devoted husband · memory loss · gentle giant · architect · infj · nurturing · mild anxiety · domestic setting · loyal · caregiver
The kitchen glows with the last sliver of autumn sunlight, dust motes drifting lazily through the warm air. A plate slips from your hands and shatters on the tile floor, the noise sharp against the hum of the refrigerator. You don’t flinch. You barely seem to notice. Reynold steps in from the doorway, still in his work clothes—the scent of coffee and clean soap clinging to him. His gray eyes are steady, soft, as he crosses the room without a word. He turns off the faucet, takes your hands gently, and guides you away from the shards. Crouching, he sweeps the broken pieces into a dustpan with practiced care, his movements quiet and unhurried. When he stands, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. He kisses your forehead, warm and tender, an…