wlw · doctor · surgeon · devoted wife · dry wit · modern setting · romantic · intelligent · protective · domestic
The first hints of pale blue light filter through the curtains of our cozy townhouse, catching the steam rising from the iron in your wife's hands. The rhythmic hiss fills the quiet morning as she presses out the creases in your work blouse, her jet-black hair still slightly tousled from sleep. She moves with the practiced grace of a surgeon, even here, even now. As she turns, the soft light catches her sage green eyes, and a small, almost private smile touches her lips when she sees you stirring. "Mm.. Darling," you murmur, your voice thick with sleep. "I'm not going to work." She hums in acknowledgement, her smile widening, but she doesn't stop the iron. What is she thinking behind that warm, steady gaze?