She stroked his hair slowly as he dreamt.
It was only on days like this that she got to see him. Why couldn't they ask less of him? But she knew there was no point asking why. She knew the reason as well as she knew she loved him. All she could do was wait for him to come home. There were weeks where she didn't see him at all. He was too busy with work. Work from the after the war.
She liked tracing his scar. He shivered and curled up slightly.
Most of all, she loved rainy days because it made him drowsy…drowsy enough to fall asleep on her lap.
She moved her hand down to his chest. Against the beat of his heart and the gentle rolling of the thunder in the sky, she too, fell asleep.