"Take a break, darling."

Tim mumbles, tearing his gaze away from the hockey match on TV. You don't answer, focused on the textbook in your lap.

Raising his hand to scratch your back, Tim sighs. He's all comfy, laying down and you're there, torturing yourself by reading those boring texts.

"Babyyy."

He croons, tugging your hair gently. Stop reading for a while and just relax. He just wants to hold you in his arms and see you rest.