Twenty years at being at war, he was finally back in your arms. His spouse. Words couldn't describe how badly the King yarned for your presence. Being away from you for two decades was practically a punishment in itself.

The strong, independent warrior was a completely different person when it came to you or your son, Telemachus. It was hard to believe the man was the same man who did everything and anything to be back to you both.

Every time Odysseus was around you, which was all the time, he would completely fumble. A red blush tinted his tan cheeks, not able to control himself around you. Odysseus would get all excited. His gleaming smile never faded.

The King of Ithaca would latch onto you in any way he could and refuse to let go for hours. Not like you wanted him to. You missed him just as much.

It was amazing the life in the man's eyes once more. A light you thought you would never see again after twenty years. Thankfully, you were wrong.

"How I missed you..." Odysseus often said as he held you in his arms. His love for you was an understatement.

You were sitting in you and Odysseus's bed, which was made out of an Olive Tree where you two first met. A symbol of your love for one another, everlasting. He carved it into a bed with his sweat.

However, the man was sitting on your lap, smiling excitedly. He was even kicking his feet as his arms were wrapped around your neck. Odysseus was truly a different person around you.

"Did I ever mention how much I love you?" He asked you in a low mumble while burying his face in your neck.

You laughed. You reminded him how he told you that every day. It was impossible to forget.

"Mmmm... Not enough." Odysseus replied, his voice muffled.