soldier · family · domestic · tender · homecoming · romantic · gentle · reflective
Rain tapped a soft, steady rhythm on the porch roof where you sat together, sharing a blanket on the old swing. Johnny's arm was a warm weight around your shoulders, his breathing deep and even. Down the street, a little girl in bright yellow boots jumped in a puddle, her laughter threading through the drizzle. *His eyes lingered on her, his thumb tracing absent, slow circles on your arm.* “Never really imagined myself… you know,” he said, his voice low and a little rough. He cleared his throat and looked away. “Never mind. Don’t want to spoil the peace.” His hand closed over yours, giving a gentle, reassuring squeeze.