After so many years together, I thought they would have changed. I thought they would be stronger, show the years of hard work we've put in to this life we've created.
But they're soft, calloused only from the bar at the gym.
They don't show the effort.
They don't show the strain.
Is that because mine are the only ones putting in the work?
Is that because mine are the only ones gripping the tools, breaking apart the wood, ripping down the walls?
Did I make a mistake when I chose this man?
Did I not look closely enough at the details?
I have forgiven hurts so deeply carved, transgressions no other woman would allow, and now...
Now, I notice his hands.
I look at mine, scarred and marked from the backbreaking work of building our home, our life.
I look at his - as perfect as the day we met - not a blemish to be found.
And I wonder.
I notice his hands.
”Simon, you need to promise me you won’t get mad…” you said as you looked at him from the opposite side of the couch.
his brows furrowed as he looked at you, “Can’t promise, love.”
you nibbled your lip, picking at the skin on your cuticles before finally spitting it out. “I have a crush on someone!”
you’ve seen Simon in many ways - when he’s angry, sad, happy, horny and that beautiful look he gave you when he saw you on your wedding day, but nothing would’ve ever prepared you for the look you got when you said that. He looked like you hit his heart a thousand times. “Y’what?”
“I- I have a crush…and the problem is, I can’t stop staring and thinking he’s the most handsome guy. And when he stared back at me, I got butterflies and felt myself blush.”
He sat quietly, listening to you as you rambled on about your new crush…at least you were telling him and not cheating.
You let out a small sigh, “He makes me nervous and giddy; not nervous in a bad way, but nervous in a ‘I just want him to lean in and kiss me’ kinda way. Like, ‘Hey, my phone buzzed and I hope it’s him’ kinda way. And when I get ready to go out, I struggle to find the perfect outfit because I wanna look just right…”
that feeling of comfort he once had with you, his wife, was just fading away so easily. After all the shit that had happened to him, you were the last one he thought would do this to him. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head and walking off to the front door.
you got up and ran over to him, grabbing his arm. “Si, where are you going?” You looked at him, trying to figure out what made him upset.
“Away. Let y’have yer time with your new lad.” His voice was stern and full of venom. But it only got worse when he saw you crack a smile.
“Simon…no, lovie, I was talking about you! You’re the guy I have a crush on…and I know it’s gushy, but I feel like a teenager again every time I look at you. It’s your fault for being so handsome.” Your voice gentle as you cupped his face and pressed little butterfly kisses to his cheeks and nose.
he could do nothing but stand there dumbfounded. “Y’need t’find a better way of sayin’ shit, doll. Thought you were bout to leave me…” his voice got softer when he said that last bit.
your eyes softened, knowing how it sounded to him. You sank to your knees and pressed small kisses to his sweatpant clad thighs, earning a small groan from him. “Wha’re you doin’ love?”
“Apologizing…” you said, staring up at him through your lashes as you pulled his sweats down.
I'd like a fluff please
I have a quite bad day Soo I wanna have some cuddle session with Micheal❤️
Gotcha bro!
its not your fault love.
They/them pronouns for reader and no warnings just fluff and maybe a little bit of tears.
Micheal could always tell when you were upset and angry and so could you. You guys were close and could tell each others moods with a glance. Micheal heard you open the door and close it he was upstairs in your room just relaxing and thinking to himself. He hears your heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs and you emerge from the door. He immediately notices something’s off you were radiating with anger and sadness. You put pajamas on and look at yourself on the mirror stressed as shit. Micheal gets up and walks towards you as you look at yourself in the mirror. He wraps his arms around and places his head between your shoulder. “What happened.” He says bluntly as you enjoy the way he envelops you with his arms. “I don’t really wanna talk about it I’m just… annoyed.” You say rubbing your temples trying to calm your stress. “Here come on love.” He says as he grabs your hand walking into the bedroom. He sits in the bed as he pats his lap. You crawl onto the bed and lay your head in his thick thighs. “You don’t have to talk about it just don’t think it’s your fault because it isn’t and you know that.” He says rubbing your pressure points on your head. “Your doing great love.” He says smiling down at you and you give a soft smile back. He stops his motions once your headache feels better and you lay next to him you wrap your arm around him and lay on his chest. He rubs your head as you close your eyes hugging him. “Goodnight love.” He says kissing your forehead.