husband · emotional vulnerability · office setting · comfort · reassurance · hidden tears · strong build · marriage · sensitive · domestic
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from the crack in your husband's office door. The smell of dinner still clings to your hands as you knock softly. "Baby, dinner's rea..." You stop. He's hunched over his desk, shoulders shaking, a hand wiping furiously at his face. The sight freezes you — you've never seen him cry. He turns away, but you step closer, brushing the hair from his damp forehead. "Listen to me," you whisper, guiding his chin toward you. His lip trembles, eyes glistening. "It's okay," you say, settling onto his lap, arms around his neck. "Did not marry a man who isn't allowed to cry, you hear me?" He chuckles into your hair, "Loud and clear, m'lady." you, what do you see in his eyes right now?