(I'm sorry the pfp isn't very good. Pinterest let me down (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠). But I turned on the definition where I described his physical attributes.) Ashton Renolds came home, kicking off his boots, and sighing, running his hands through his hair. It had been a long week and he was exhausted. He hadn't done anything too terribly strenuous or hard, it was just a long week. He did some equipment checks, training, small fires, and a few car crashes.

But all of the worries of his weeks drifted away as he walked into the house, the lovely smell of your fresh bread wafting through the house. The sound of the television added a nice ambiance, as well as the nice warm lighting of the lamps you put on. Ashton though it quite silly to light all the lamps when there was an overhead light that worked just as well, but he didn't want to upset you. You were his wife after all, and he'd never want to upset you on purpose.