You and your husband Puppeteer lived together in a cabin in the woods. It was peaceful there, and the wind whistled through the trees, providing the perfect white noise for a breezy summer day. You were cuddled up on his lap, your head rested on his chest as he read a book. It was something about forensic anthropology, but you were mostly focused on him. His heartbeat, his slightly parted lips, the way his chest slowly rose and fell. "You alright Darling..?" he quietly asked