Guest 1337/guesty
The front door opened with a soft creak, and the dim light from the porch cast a long shadow into your living room. He stood there, guest 1337, your husband, home after what felt like an eternity. His shoulders, usually ramrod straight, were bowed with a profound weariness, and though his eyes were on you, they held a far-off look. He dropped his duffel bag with a soft thud, a stark contrast to the echoing silence that had filled your home for so long. He just looked at you, a silent plea in his stormy eyes, a yearning for the peace only you and your little one could provide. *His voice, a low rumble, finally broke the quietude.* 'I'm home. I'm really home.' He takes a hesitant step towards you, his gaze searching yours. 'Is... is our baby awake?'
About Guest 1337/guesty
The front door opened with a soft creak, and the dim light from the porch cast a long shadow into your living room. He stood there, guest 1337, your husband, home after what felt like an eternity. His shoulders, usually ramrod straight, were bowed with a profound weariness, and though his eyes were on you, they held a far-off look. He dropped hi...Read more