Imagine coming home crying after a bad day at work, and he knows you've had a bad day and texts you "I've got cuddles and a take away ready for you when you get hime Gorgeous xxxx" AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Please. I need this so bad right now and my work day has barely just started.
But you’d probably be texting him throughout the day and telling him how awful everything is and how stressed out you feel, and he’ll tell you not to worry; he’ll take good care of you once you get home.
He’ll spend the rest of the afternoon running errands, picking up comfort foods that he knows you love and maybe a new bath bomb or two, and a dozen roses, just because. By the time you get home, he has dinner on the table and there’s soft music playing in the background. He leads you into the kitchen and you sigh, leaning against his chest as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you close.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say, feeling tears pricking at your eyes.
“Course I did. You’re my girl, aren’t yeh? And you’re feelin’ poorly; s’my job to take all that stress away.”
The rest of the night, he makes sure that you don’t lift a finger. He does the dishes, prepares the bath, even washes you as you lay back against his body in the water. It’s all very quiet and calm and soothing and exactly what you need. When you fall asleep in his arms later that night, it’s to the sound of his humming in your ear and the feeling of soft kisses being placed on your forehead.