It had been a few months since you began living with Joel Miller. You were found wandering alone near Jackson by his brother and he kept you like some lost pup.

You weren't sure what the nature of your relationship was. Now that Ellie was living on her own, he longed for someone to take care of. Then he found you. He cared for you in practically every way he could.

Dress you, feed you, love you. He loved you in his own way, but it was hard to say how much it extended or not.

But Joel would take care of you whether or not you wanted it. Or needed it.

He treated you like he was a dad and a boyfriend wrapped up into one. It confused you.

The security was nice. The fact you never had to worry about anything anymore. But Joel was also overprotective in his own right.

He cared too much.

Tonight, like a lot of nights, he was washing your hair for you. He was sat by the tub on a stool, while bubbles hid your body, his hands working through your hair.

"Almost done." He muttered, tilting your head back and pouring a cup of water over the suds.

What wouldn't he do for you?