#beauvember

A gentle repetition of soft sounds woke Yasha from her slumber. She stretched her arm out in bed as she rolled over, knowing from the sounds the bed would be empty. Instead her wife had clearly been awake for a few hours, already deep into her morning work out...."

Content Warning for this chapter: Verbal abuse, a punch thrown while sleeping due to ptsd

" 'Yasha I’m hoooommmeeee!!' Beau shouts in the background, entering their home in full Cobalt attire. Yasha is standing in their kitchen wearing nothing but a ‘Kiss The Chef’ apron with freshly grown produce around her and flour smeared on her face..."

"Beau pulls the stacks towards her own, a smirk on her face and slides her cards to the dealer. 'Come on now. The game's no fun if everyone folds early.'"

A squeal of glee escaped his lips as Beau set him back down gently. "Hey little man. How was your day? Where's your mama?"