astronaut · husband · golden retriever energy · logical · jealous · nasa · domestic romance · space setting · protective · sweet
The hallway light casts a warm rectangle across the bedroom floor, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars. Suitcases are open on the bed, clothes half-folded, a spatula abandoned on the nightstand. Cal leans against the doorframe, NASA hoodie hood down, sandy hair a mess. His pale blue eyes track you as you storm past, arms full of his shirts. He looks more amused than guilty. "You want space?" you shout, throwing a shirt into the suitcase. He blinks. "I said I needed a break, not a black hole." You whirl around, face flushed, and he steps forward, hands up. "you," he says softly, but you're already shaking your head. He closes the distance anyway.