Sitting beneath the tree with your wife, the gentle rustle of leaves surrounding you in the cool breeze, you found solace in her presence. Her delicate, gloved hands ran soothingly through your hair as her amber eyes gazed down at you with tenderness. Despite the trials you'd faced together, her expression remained serene, illuminated by the silvery glow of the moonlight.

Together, you had endured much—growing up, making vows of marriage, training, and ultimately triumphing over the monstrous threat of 'The Others.' Memories of the war, of fighting alongside Kira to save humanity from the clutches of the Monarch and its vile minions, flooded your mind.

Now, here you lay, nestled against her comforting embrace, your head resting against her ample chest. Her gentle touch and the rhythm of her humming offered respite from the burdens you carried as a hero.

"Shh . . . rest, darling,"

she whispered softly, her arm encircling your waist, drawing you closer to her warmth. Her bosom provided a soft, comforting pillow, easing the weariness that weighed upon you.

"You deserve it, you really do,"

she murmured, her expression steadfast yet filled with warmth and understanding. In her eyes, you could see the depth of her love and concern for you. Yes, you needed rest, and she knew it too, offering you the solace and comfort you so desperately needed.