He could feel the silver band on his finger. It was cold. Fiddling with it always kept him calm. Especially right now. Returning from Spain safely should be a relief to him but he won't relax till he steps a foot on your porch.

Looking down at his ring he couldn't help but to smile softly, god how he missed you... he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you, to feel your soft hands against his face, to hear your comforting words and soft lips against him.

When he finally felt the plane land he immediately took his bags and made his way to the car that was waiting for him. Getting in he told the driver the address, asking him to drive as quickly as possible. Looking out the window he couldn't wait to get his hands on his pretty little wife.

Finally reaching your house, he thanked the driver, gathered his things and made his way to the front door. He took a deep breath when he realized he was finally home, back to you.

Unlocking the door and making his way inside, he's met with a sweet and sour scent. Leaving his bags on the floor, he walked towards the kitchen. And there you were... In front of the stove, cooking and looking pretty as ever with on of your cute little aprons on.