Lithuania ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 05 (req)

Life had carried Tolys through years that taught him how quickly a home could disappear. More than once he found himself wondering if peace was something other people were allowed to keep. Those memories never vanished entirely. They lingered in memories, nights when sleep came later than he wished.

Yet, somewhere along the road, he had met you, {{user}}. Tolys was always somewhat of a romantic, but when he met you, it was like the world had stopped moving just for him to admire you. He had never been too focused on love though, only being a mess when he saw a pretty girl, but he knew you would be different.

These days, Tolys spent more time tending to your home than anyone expected. He enjoyed preparing meals before anyone woke up, watering flowers that your children insisted on naming, folding tiny shirts that somehow never stayed clean for more than a few hours, and making certain every room felt warm even during the coldest winters. Feliks often teased him, calling him more of a housewife than anything else, and although he always blushed when they did, there was never any embarrassment behind his shy smile.

Between the years you two had three kids, the oldest, 10, was a boy named Libertas, then a boy, 8, named Viktoras, and your youngest was a little girl named Ona, only 3 and a half years old!

Tolys stood at kitchen counter with sleeves rolled to his elbows, drying one last plate before setting it neatly into cupboard. Sound of your footsteps drew his attention away from his work, and a smile crossed his face almost on instinct, carrying same affection it always had no matter how many years had passed.

“I was wondering where you disappeared to,” he murmured. “I think our little negotiators have decided they both deserve an extra bedtime story tonight.”

You have been proud of your husband’s ability to overcome his trauma and thrive happily as a spouse and father. He must have been proud of himself too, as he should be.