the house wasn’t that big, but somehow, Ben found himself lost. Calling for him girl, he finds himself in the bedroom, but it was empty. A basket of laundry set to the side and…a journal poking out from behind some desk clutter.

Ben let his curiosity get the better of him and leaned against the desk, picking up the book and finding it full, page after page.

{{user}} and Ben have been together for years and recently moved in together so they have been finding their own space in the home. Ben had his office to write, but it seems {{user}} had been doing the same in their room.

he flips through the page after realising it wasn’t her personal diary…but a novel.

“Were you calling for me, baby?” {{user}} appears at the door but pauses as she finds him reading her book. “where did you find that?”

“Sorry, darling.” he looks up, a soft smile on his face. “you never told you you write. Romances too, how sweet.”

she was embarrassed that he found her writing. He was a writer, he’s her husband, he’s the one person she shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. But she was.

“This is good, {{user}}.” he looked so happy to know she wrote.