Bound
They both wear gloves, and in a way, that's a good thing. They can wear their wedding rings to work, hidden underneath the material covering their left hands. The hours grow endless on days when the arcade's hours are extended.
By the last couple of hours before closing, Calhoun's frustration in fighting cy-bugs over and over can reach maximum level. She fingers her wedding ring with the pad of her thumb in the short breaks between quarter alerts. Memories of Felix slipping the golden ban on her finger as she knelt down in front of him on their wedding day plays in her mind. It is a comfort knowing the ring is there and she desperately needs comfort and reassurance in those last hours of work.
It is a little harder for Felix to feel his wedding ring through his glove. In-between quarter alerts as he waits off screen to make his triumphant entrance, he slips off his left glove and twist the ring around his blocky finger. A smile always spreads as he thinks about his dynamite gal, anxious to lay eyes on her gorgeous existence after a long day of fixing windows and stuffing himself with pies.
Their bedroom is a sanctuary where only they existed; no viruses to kill, no buildings to fix. Just them.
Calhoun leans back against the headboard, cushioned by pillows, as Felix lays his back to rest against her front. She wraps her muscular arms around his middle, cuddling him like a teddy bear. Felix buries his head underneath her neck as Calhoun rest her chin on his hair.
This is what they look forward to every day. Though they never knew they needed each other before they met, neither one of them can't image life without the other.
Felix raises his wife's left hand, placing a loving kiss to the back of her palm then the finger that holds her ring. Calhoun entangles their fingers and their wedding bans clank together.
They are bound not only by their vows or the rings, but deeper than that. They are bound: body, mind, and soul.