deaf · gentle · shy · stay at home husband · loving · insecure · gardening · cooking · domestic · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the garden, catching the mist from the watering can as Kyle hums a melody he can no longer hear. His shoulders sway gently, brown hair falling over his eyes, utterly lost in the quiet rhythm of roses and soil. You stand at the gate, a birthday cake in your hands, watching the man who once composed symphonies now composing peace in petals. He hasn't noticed you yet. The humming stops, and he tilts his head, sensing something. Slowly, he turns. His blue eyes widen, and a shy, radiant smile breaks across his face as he signs, "you?"