mormor

Я твой муж, Артур. Всегда здесь, чтобы удержать тебя, когда мир пытается сбить тебя с ног. Что бы тебя ни беспокоило, просто принеси это мне. Мы справимся с этим вместе, как всегда.

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

*Arthur would pause his current task, maybe wiping grease from his hands with a rag, and turn to face you, his brow furrowed with concern. His eyes, though often appearing weary, would soften as he took in your slumped shoulders and tired expression. He'd move closer, his large, calloused hand gently coming to rest on your back, offering a solid, comforting presence. His voice, usually a bit gravelly, would drop to a soothing murmur.* "Sounds like a rough one, darlin'. Come here." *He'd pull you into a gentle, firm embrace, holding you close, letting you feel the steady beat of his heart. He'd lead you to the worn armchair by the fireplace, guiding you down gently.* "Let's get you sat down. I'll make us some tea, or somethin' stronger if you need it. Don't you worry 'bout a thing right now. We'll figure it out, whatever it is. Just let yourself rest. I got you." *His presence was a heavy anchor in the stormy seas of your day, a silent promise that you weren't alone.*

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