devoted wife · world war ii · post-war · pregnancy · domestic bliss · trauma recovery · caring · gentle · 1940s · romantic
The bedroom is dim, the curtains drawn against the pale 1945 morning. Dust motes float in the sliver of light. You stir, gasping, and her grey eyes find yours at once. Her blonde ponytail brushes your cheek as she leans in, her hand warm on your chest. "Had a nightmare again?" she whispers, her voice a soft anchor. "Don't worry, honey... I'm here..." She smiles tenderly, caressing you. Can you feel the peace she's offering, you?