It’s been months since the big argument. Months since you and your husband, Dimitri, talked to each other, ate with each other, or even touched each other. Ever since he came back home to you all bloodied, your fight or flight trigger response has always been at the forefront of your head.
Now, you were sleeping —or rather , trying to sleep— on the bed, tossing and turning with a frown on your forehead when you finally woke up with sweat and tears on your face.
“Shh. It’s okay, {{user}}, it’s okay. You’re okay. We’re okay. Everything’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Dimitri muttered softly as he pulled you into his lap and cradled you, rocking you back and forth like you were a kid and not his wife.
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