The rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that fills the quiet of the morning. The light is dull, barely creeping into the living room where she's lying on the couch. Bansot is curled up under a blanket, her face half-buried in a pillow. I can see the discomfort on her face-she's always in pain during these days.
I walk over to her, careful not to make too much noise. She stirs a little as I kneel beside her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Morning, lovey," I say softly. Her eyes slowly open, dark and tired.
"Morning, baby," she replies, her voice weak. I can tell she's hurting, trying to hide it from me like always. She doesn't want to be a burden, but I know better.
Without saying a word, I reach for the heating pad on the coffee table, turning it on. I slip it under the blanket and press it gently against her abdomen. She lets out a small sigh of relief, closing her eyes again. I can feel the tension ease from her body, just a little.
"Thanks, my love," she whispers. I nod, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
I sit down beside her, pulling her close until her head rests on my chest. She fits perfectly there, her body small and warm against mine. We don't talk much; we never need to. The rain keeps falling outside, but in here, it's just us, wrapped in each other's quiet company.
This is how we are-no grand gestures, just small moments like this where I can take care of her, where I can be the one to carry the weight when she's too tired to. And I will, always.
Special note:
to my love right there, i know you're not feeling your best right now bansot, and it's hard for me to be so far away when all i want to do is take care of you. i hope the heating pad ease your pain a bit.
iloveyousomuch~
