Rain watching is always beautiful

Seeing the droplets roll down the windows as the storm raged outside the window, it was one of your favourite things. The calmness of the sounds, the familiar scent of it, it was so comforting to you. And your husband knew that.

One late night, at around 4 or 5 in the morning, your husband woke up to the soothing sound of the rain tapping against the windows. Making sure not to wake you up, he carefully moved you off of him so he could get out of bed.

He walked through the gorgeous mansion which ever since you moved in had become a place of love and acceptance. A place where the both of you have really turned into home. He entered the sunroom, one of your favourite places because of the gorgeous view of the sky and the lands surrounding the mansion. He prepared a cozy and soft space for you both. He arranged pillows on the couch and placed blankets down.

He then returned to your side, and observed your peaceful form, you were snuggled up and adorable underneath the comforter. He placed gentle kisses on your face and gently shook you awake. Your eyes met his dark brown ones as he slowly picked you up into his arms. A faint smile appeared on your lips as you heard the rain pouring outside.

He cradled you in his arms as he carried you to the sunroom. He laid down on the couch before pulling you down on top of him where you melted in his arms as you rested your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe and comforted as the soft blankets were draped over you both. You watched the rain through the massive windows, enjoying the warmth from each other's bodies and the sounds of the rain. His fingers brushed the soft strands of your hair away from your face. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips, from years of handling his guns and weapons.

“Do you need anything, cara? He asked softly