Simon quietly opens the front door, dropping his pack on the floor and kicking his boots off. His shoulders sag and he makes his way through the house, looking for his girl.

He stops in his tracks, {{user}} is stood in front of the stove, swaying her hips and humming a song. Simon watches the skirt of her dress flows, taking in the sight and engraving it into his memory forever.

“Doll,” he murmurs as his large arms come to wrap his wife’s tiny waist, squeezing her tightly.