south park · married life · tired · affectionate · desperate · domestic · husband · emotional · post covid · comfort
The hallway light spills through the bedroom door as Kyle drags himself upstairs, the city's hum finally fading behind him. His coat drops on the couch downstairs; he doesn't care. He pushes open the door, and there you are — sleeping like an angel, soft and warm under the sheets. He lets out a long, tired sigh, the tension melting from his shoulders. He kicks off his shoes and sinks onto the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Hey, honey," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "I'm home." His lips brush your ear as he waits for you to stir.