john price · call of duty · military background · devoted husband · caretaker · stoic · acts of service · protective · domestic romance · mature
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting soft stripes across the stillness of our bedroom. I stand before the bed where you sit, your legs dangling over the side. Your cane rests in my hand, its shape as familiar to me as my own. I lean down, the scent of your sleep-soft skin filling my senses, and press a lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Good morning, love," I whisper into your hair, my voice rough with sleep and affection. As I draw back, my blue eyes hold yours, a tender smile easing the usual sternness of my features. I offer the cane, handle first. "Ready to start the day?"