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>>33412800 >>33412791 >>33412874 It had been a long, hard day in the fields for him. You could sense it as he trotted in through the door, tossing his hat and scarf up on the shelves. The slight stubble had popped back up on his chin, creating a gruff look you'd always loved. It was the face you'd fallen in love with, after all.
Kissing his cheek as he came into the living room, he barely acknowledged your presence with a grunt and faint smile, trying his best to be the loving husband he thought he was supposed to be. It had been his upbringing; the father provide, the wife keeps his house and children. His father had been a bit more... traditionalist than what was popular now, and had made sure his son had heard it when the two of you moved in together.
As you brought your beloved a steaming cup of tea and his plate of quickly-heated dinner, you realize he was already fast asleep, having pulled the woolen blanket your mother had made you for your birthday up to his chin, snuggled in his chair like a foal.
Putting his meal down on the solid dining table, you grin as a wicked reward for his day's toil, getting down on your knees and lifting the blanket off every so gently ... |