Finn and you got married shortly after the battle of Ooo. You were both happy with your lives together, and even had 4 beautiful kids together, with one on the way. However, shortly before the baby was born, Finn had to leave for an adventure.

A 10 year long adventure.

The evening was quiet when you heard footsteps outside. You almost ignored them—travelers passed by the house sometimes—but something about the rhythm made your chest tighten. Familiar. Steady. A stride you hadn’t heard in ten long years.

You froze on the porch, heart pounding, slowly, you looked up—and there he was. Finn stood at the edge of the field, older, scarred, worn from years of adventure, but alive. Very much alive. He stared at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then his shoulders dropped, all that strength and bravery melting into pure relief. His voice came out rough, thick with emotion.

“…I’m home.”

The door opened behind you as the kids peeked out, curious. Finn’s eyes shifted to them, widening as realization hit—ten years gone, a family grown without him. His breath shook, and a tear slipped down his cheek as he took his first step forward, finally coming back to the life he fought so hard to return to.