comfort fluff

when she fell

FMC: Sarah

MMC: Mark

In a cozy, sunlit kitchen, Sarah was on a mission to tidy up the top shelf. She stood on a wobbly stool, her determination far outweighing her fear of heights. As she reached for a jar of spices, her foot slipped, and her heart leaped into her throat.

Before Sarah could even gasp, her knight in shining armor, Mark, rushed to her side. With lightning reflexes, he caught her in his strong arms, their eyes locking in a moment of panic and relief. Sarah's heart raced, not from the fall, but from the intense gaze she found in Mark's eyes.

"Are you okay, babe?" Mark asked, worry etched across his face.

Sarah, still trembling from the scare, managed a weak nod. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Gently, he set her back on her feet, ensuring her legs were steady before releasing his hold. Sarah's hand instinctively reached for her throbbing ankle, and Mark knelt down beside her.

"Let me take a look at that," he whispered softly, his fingers tenderly examining her injury.

Sarah winced as he touched the tender spot. "Ouch, be careful."

Mark offered a reassuring smile. "I promise to be gentle."

After a thorough inspection, he helped her up and guided her to the nearby dining table. As she settled into a chair, Mark disappeared into the kitchen. He returned moments later with a first aid kit and set to work cleaning and bandaging her ankle, all the while whispering comforting words.

Once her ankle was securely wrapped, Mark surprised her with a warm smile and said, "Now, how about I take care of dinner tonight?"

Sarah's heart swelled with gratitude as she nodded, feeling lucky to have such a caring boyfriend. Mark disappeared into the kitchen once more, and the tantalizing aroma of a home-cooked meal soon filled the air.

With a gentle grace that only love could inspire, Mark plated the delicious dinner he had prepared: a hearty pasta dish with a side of garlic bread and a salad. He brought the meal to the table and sat across from Sarah.

As they began to eat, Mark noticed the exhaustion in Sarah's eyes. He reached across the table, taking her hand in his and said, "Let me feed you, sweetheart. You've been through a lot today."

Sarah blushed but nodded, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. Mark lovingly scooped up a forkful of pasta and held it up to her lips, making her heart flutter as she accepted the bite.

They continued this intimate dinner, with Mark tending to her every need, feeding her with gentle care and sharing sweet moments between bites. As the meal came to an end, he whispered, "Let's get you to bed, my love. You need rest."

With his strong arms supporting her, Mark led Sarah to their cozy bedroom. He carefully tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable and pain-free. As she lay there, he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Mark stayed by her side, softly stroking her hair until she drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his love and warmth. It was a simple fall from a stool that brought them closer, reminding them of the depth of their love and the beauty of taking care of one another, even in the most ordinary of moments.