Love Is A Battlefield (Human Husk x Reader)

New Day

Husk woke up to the warm embrace of you in his arms. Realizing that his wheelchair was right beside his bed, he slowly tried to get himself into it so he wouldn't have to wake you, but it was too late. You squeezed him tightly against you and groaned. He kissed your forehead and patted your arms signaling you to to let him go, and you did so. He scooted out of the bed and into his chair, finally realizing that he could push himself around. You sleepily turned to him and smiled. "Progress I see" you mumbled. You sluggishly reached your hand out for him and he held it, kissing it gently, before making his way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.
HUSK'S POV
I woke up holding (y/n) in my arms, and hers around mine. She looked so beautiful sleeping next to me. I could almost say that i'm starting to love her, but that would be irrelevant. She's probably taking care of me only because she got paid to.
As I made my way into the kitchen to grab a cigar and a lighter, I felt two soft arms wrap around my shoulders and (y/n)'s chin press against the top of my head. "Good morning dear" she said. God damn it she's amazing. "Good morning" I groggily mumbled back. She then handed me a pair of pajama pants. "I figured you might want these" she said. "wha- ah fuck" I said embarrassed. I didn't put pants on when I got up. She just laughed and kissed my cheek, still behind me. "Well it's fine darling!" she said. She got my cigar and lighter, along with her own cigarettes, and went outside to sit on the porch. Oh, and she came out with some coffee. Hell yeah.

REGULAR POV
You went outside onto the porch following behind Husk and as you sat down in a rocking chair beside him, you lit your cigarette and looked at Husk's bruised sides. "Hurting?" you asked him. "Of course" he replied.
"Remember what happened last night Husk?" you asked. He looked at you and gave you a fearful smile. "Unfortunately" he said after taking a drag of his cigar. "I hate that you had to deal with that. That must be real fucking aggravating, but thank you dear. You're like an angel sent from heaven taking care of some old dirtbag from hell." Your heart sank. The only thing you could do is set your cigarette into an ash tray and just hold him tight. That was the only thing Husk could do too. He snaked his arms around your waist and squeezed you tight, also digging his head into your neck. You could feel hot breath and tears rolling against your skin. You caressed his back and held him close until he calmed down. After a while of condoling him, you looked at his upset face; tears striking your own eyes. "Husk.. I understand what you're going through is very hard, but you're not alone. Not only will I be here to care for you physically, but mentally too. We're not in Vietnam anymore honey. We're in Las Vegas. We're safe. We're home..."
He looked at you with a solemn smile before leaning in for a soft and slow kiss. You snaked your arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. Suddenly, you heard something light plop onto the front porch. The paperboy just stopped and stared at the both of you on his bike. "Uh, welcome back home Mr. Husk-" he stammered. Husk looked at you and looked back at him. "Good morning kid."