ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ

You should watch me chop wood too. I'm really good at it.

Like you’re both relaxing on the couch and your head is resting in his lap and he’s got a book in one hand and the other on your back, rubbing slow soothing circles. And you let out the biggest yawn and you nose the denim of his jeans, getting so cozy and about to fall asleep.

Paul’s not even reading his book he’s smiling down at you, amazed at the sight before him. He puts the book down and looks at the time from the microwave, deeming it late enough to drag you off to bed.

“My little acolyte’s getting sleepy, I think it’s time for bed. What do you think?” He murmurs, watching in bated breath as you melt at the comment. He smiles knowingly, he’s got his answer from your silence.

He maneuvers you so he he’s able to carry you off to bed, hushing any noises of protest that you make on the way there. You’re already in your pjs and your teeth are already brushed so all Paul has to do is slide you under the covers and tuck you in on your side.

Old Eddie wig tests….oh I miss my rocker boyfriend