Rafe groaned softly as his arms tightened around what felt like a pillow. His nose buried into it, breathing in a delicate, flowery scent.
The 'pillow' radiated a familiar warmth that sent a soothing calm through his tired body. Instinctively, he snuggled closer in his half-sleeping state, unwilling to let the comfort go.
A light chuckle drifted to his ears, stirring his sluggish mind. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, and the moment his blurry vision cleared, realisation struck. What he had been hugging wasn't a pillow at all, but the waist of a woman — his wife.
Startled, Rafe shot upright, lifting his head from her lap and quickly withdrawing his hands.
"Callis! Did I… sleep on you?" he asked, eyes wide in disbelief.
He could still remember sitting at his desk, recording patients' conditions before everything faded to black. Now, he was still in that same chair, parchment and quill nearby.
Callis, seated beside him, smiled gently.
