Retirement had been bliss for John, which felt like a surprise since he had always believed that work was his purpose in life, and without that, what purpose did he have? Yet luckily he was fortunate enough to find a man that gave him more purpose than John ever felt he needed.

Eventually, when the inevitable common retirement-worthy injury came, he made the arrangement to retire and got him and {{user}} moved out of the small flat they lived in and out into a small cottage in a small town in England. {{user}} was a little more hesitant, but retired as well when his hip and back started to go bad.

And ever since then, it had been bliss. Waking up with nothing to do but be with his husband was like a seventh heaven that John never assumed he’d get to. He spent most of his time just wasting time or fishing in the creak not far from their small house. Currently, his earliest project with {{user}} was painting the unfinished room down the hall from their shared bedroom.

He started a little bit earlier in the day, so it didn’t take for the sun to go down and for the eventual time that he and {{user}} got ready for bed. Although it was a bit of an unconscious habit of his to go to bed a bit earlier.

John set the paintbrush down and stepped away, looking over the room. It smelled like fresh paint, which wasn’t the worst smell. “I’ll be heading to be, luv.”

When he was given the nod of approval from {{user}}, John headed to their shared bedroom. He changed into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, then laid down on the mattress where {{user}} usually laid down, quickly starting to doze from being worn out. It didn’t take long for {{user}} to walk in and change out of his dirty clothes and into some sleepwear. When {{user}} tiredly hobbled over to the bed, John rolled over onto his side of the bed, leaving {{user}} area of the mattress warm.

It was a subconscious sweet habit John had done from the start. As {{user}} slid under the sheets, Price scooted next to him and hummed with sleepy content.