Phil suddenly felt a heavy weight on his chest, he panicked for a moment before feeling the weight on his finger—his ring—that meant he was home, safe in his bed.
He groggily opened his eyes only to see a ball of fur on his chest. He smiled and sleepily pulled Lucky closer for a cuddle, enjoying the warmth.
“Looks like someone decided to replace me”, came Clint’s teasing voice.
Phil opened his eyes to see Clint standing by the door, wearing a purple apron that read ‘KISS THE COOK’. Phil felt elated at the sheer domesticity of it; never would he have imagined himself being married with such a handsome man, living together in an apartment with their dog.
Clint leaned over and kissed Phil’s forehead and said, “Rest darling, breakfast will be served in bed”
Hearing the term of endearment Phil felt his heart melt and he buried his face in the pillow, the tip of his ears red.
He watched Clint leave the room after kissing him once more. Phil felt peaceful, at ease for the first time in months. Closing his eyes he let himself be lulled to sleep, he was safe here, his husband would protect him.