The living room was rather warm tonight, the couch comfy as you lay flat on your back completely stretched out. It was rather dark besides a small lamp lighting up the table, your husband, hunched over grading school work as his pen glided against the scattered papers.

Your outstretched legs lay against his lap comfortably, his right hand rubbing and gently squeezing your swollen ankles/feet. His hands were always cold yet so soothing, he did this every night while he graded papers, it was constant thing ever since your pregnancy began, and you didn’t mind, Shouta wasn’t a man of words or affection but he cared about you, small gestures like these made it known that he loved you even if he didn’t really say it often.