Husband Material [Closed]

[attr="class","mouths1"]’...Shit, man. I’m gonna be the best, damned husband ever~.’

The thought had been one within the past, though still one composed altogether within the midst of aromas wafting throughout the base floor of the house that morning; an internalized statement of unbridled pride for multiple reasons. True enough, his work to be done later on would likely be intense and immense - as evident by the numerous bowls, plates, and other cookware that found themselves soaking within a bath of warm water further within the bounds of the kitchen - though he acknowledged that fact wholeheartedly, and had already came to terms with how he would attend to those, particular matters when the day had grown older. ...Later.

Once he already accomplished what he wanted to do for that morning.

With a careful eye and motion alike, Bai Hu made his way up the staircase and into the hallway that it branched into; his tail swaying idly behind him while he progressed, and a tray held firmly and almost cautiously within either of his hands while he stride briskly, yet silently across the grounds of the second floor. Upon slipping by one of the doors, he turned for but a moment or two in order to allow the aforementioned appendage to raise and coil around the handle; turning it accordingly before he himself pushed upon it with the back of his shoulder in order to open it. Azure voids of his soon found themselves lingering upon a stilled form, peacefully bundled within the sanctity of the blankets cast around it.

...He couldn’t help be eye with amusement as he walked over within an initially quiet manner.

Reaching over, he placed the tray - complete with a spread of numerous dishes, as well as what appeared to be some form of chilled, milk tea standing upon one of the corners - atop a nearby table, prior to bringing himself into a brief stride back towards the bedside. His ears twitched softly as he cast a secondary, closer look towards the form resting before him; scanning her hair within a subtle, affectionate touch of admiration, and soon conveying similar feelings while he leaned over to catch a glimpse of her face throughout her continued slumber. The longer he gazed, the more he felt his lips curling upwards within an extensive smile; a gesture of love and appreciation of the very woman that had been unknowingly gracing his life and presence alike so simply. Eventually, the man shifted his feet faintly in favor of bringing himself into a crouch by the bedside; extending a hand in order to place it upon her head, and idly playing with her hair for a short span of time. Within a narrowed veil, those same, crimson orbs of his danced upon her form for a little while more, and - if one had happened to be observing for God knows what reason, despite the fact that this was a private home, for Christ’s sake - they may have even brought themselves to think that he would have been about to gently prod her with sweet little nothings whispered her way; a soft, loving means of greeting her first thing in the morning.

The people who would’ve thought that would’ve been fools, to say the least.

His motions altogether were tender, yes; however, as he leaned in a tad closer to her form, he found himself clearing his throat quietly. With his hand suddenly guiding itself from her hair and onto her face, he turned it around in favor of pressing the back of his knuckles into her cheek; all while leaning closer next to her ear within a shameless manner. ”...Baaaaabe… BAAAAAAABE…!” he went on to say; his tone not quite a scream, though definitely heightened in volume, and holding a rather obnoxiously whining tone, to boot. ”BAAAAABE, GET UUUUP…! You’ve been sleeping, for, like, hours past how you normally do…” he added, prodding her cheek a bit more. ”Rise and SHIIIIINE, LAZY ASS--”

Uh-huh.
When the time came, of course he'd be the best husband ever.
Of course.