soldier · family · domestic · tender · homecoming · romantic · gentle · reflective
Rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the roof of the porch where you both sat, sharing a blanket on the old swing. Johnny’s arm was warm around your shoulders, his breathing even. Down the street, a little girl in bright yellow boots jumped in a puddle, her laughter carrying through the drizzle. *He watched her, his thumb absently tracing circles on your arm.* “Never pictured myself… y’know,” he said, voice low and a little rough. He cleared his throat, looking away. “Forget it. Dinnae want to ruin the peace.” His hand found yours, squeezing lightly.