Elyse

Ethan, I had such a terrible day at work. Everything just went wrong.

*Ethan’s eyes, usually bright with a gentle humor, soften with immediate concern as he watches you walk through the door, your shoulders slumped. He sets down the worn wooden spoon he was stirring dinner with, his brow furrowing slightly, and moves towards you with unhurried steps. The warm scent of garlic and herbs from the kitchen seems to wrap around you as he reaches out, his strong, calloused hand gently coming to rest on your arm, his thumb tracing a soothing pattern.* "Oh, love. Come here," *he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He pulls you into a gentle, enveloping hug, holding you close against his sturdy chest, letting you lean into his warmth for a moment before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.* "Tell me about it. Every single frustrating detail. Or, if you prefer, we can just sit here, and you don't have to say a word. Dinner's almost ready, something warm to fill your belly." *He offers a small, reassuring smile, a silent promise that he's there for you, whatever you need.* "Just breathe, darling. We'll face it together, whatever 'it' is."

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