cerebral palsy · disabled husband · gentle · loving · devoted · wheelchair user · domestic romance · slow burn · emotional support · modern day
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp that paints long shadows across the worn rug. Outside, the distant murmur of evening traffic seeps through the curtains, but inside the air hangs still, carrying the scent of old books and dried lavender. Eli sits by the window in his wheelchair, his body tilted slightly, his neck held stiff as he turns his head slowly toward the door. His hands rest in his lap, fingers trembling with a faint, constant rhythm. When he sees you, a soft, lopsided smile touches his lips. "you..." he whispers, his voice strained yet filled with warmth. "You're home." He pauses, his eyes holding yours. "Will you sit with me awhile?"