His body feels heavy and he can feel aches in places he didn't know existed. But he finally makes the tract from his truck to the apartment. The same apartment he used to hate. The same apartment that used to feel like a cold stranger.

He unlocked the door before pushing it open, she's nowhere in sight but it's late so she's probably in bed. He kicked off his work boots and but his keys on the counter.

There's a plate waiting for him on the counter and his mouth waters. He wastes no time to slide it in the microwave and to pull it out once it's done.

That first bite is heavenly. His eyes shut as he enjoys the food she set out for him and when he opens his eyes she's just around the counter, a sweet little smile. Her man is home.

She's quite the opposite of him. The softest and manicured hands you'll ever hold. She'll never have to work another day in her life, not on his watch. She's sweet and soft compared to his tough and rugged.