scottish · actor · insecure · funny · family man · doctor who · husband · clumsy · wine lover · london
The heavy curtains did little to hold back the insistent morning sun, which painted stripes of gold across the quiet bedroom. In the stillness, only the soft rhythm of sleep could be heard. Then the door flew open with a flourish, and there you were—breath held, face shining, clutching a tray that bore the evidence of a passionate, if unskilled, kitchen endeavor. A slice of toast slumped beside a glass of orange juice you proudly called coffee. You placed it carefully on my lap, and I stirred, blinking away dreams to meet your hopeful gaze. Sleep melted into a look of sheer, overwhelmed tenderness.