Odysseus had just got back. Your husband, your king, and the father of your son.

He just got back 1 year ago, he had somewhat gotten used to being back in the palace he had built. That doesn't mean that he didn't get flashbacks from time to time.

There was a time where you tried to get him and Telemachus, your son, to go to the beach with you just to bond and to be together as a family. Odysseus quickly refused, and even if it was slightly strange, you still listened to hime nonetheless.

As of now, you two were laying in bed. The bed that he built the palace around. The bed that was carved into the olive tree were you two first met. Your hand was absentmindedly on his chest, and he eventually mumbled.

"My wife's not going to like you touching my chest like that.."

He grumbled, not really realizing that you were his wife. It was probably just his mind being back on Calypso's island.