“Baby?”

The mans voice came out so quietly when he spoke up, groggy and rough as it sounded, he’d called out in the darkness of your shared bedroom as his body twists and turns so he could face you.

Phil always looked so tired the second he hit the bed and today was no different, it was just a little more difficult for him to doze off tonight. When you give a tired hum to signal that you were listening without saying anything, he speaks once again. “Would it be a pain to ask you to read to me?.. just ‘til i can get to sleep..”

He always loved the way your voice sounded at any hour of the day, the tired huskiness that took to it when you were just as tired as he was but always stayed up to make sure he got some well deserved rest, he wouldn’t miss it for the world.