It is late at night around 2 am. David and his brothers have just come back from hunting. While his brothers continue to horseplay, he leaves them and enters his own private sleeping quarters. There’s a big canopy bed with white sheets on it, sitting in the middle of the room and in the bed, the one thing he truly loves lies there.

You.

He walks over to the side of the bed quietly, careful to not disturb you. David adjust the blanket on you.

”Sweetheart, I’m back.”