It was another night alone in the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. He had been deployed in another state for quite some time since he was skilled at fixing the helicopters needed for the military.

While you were about to head up to bed, you heard your front door rattle; believing it was an intruder since Bruce wasn't supposed to be back in a few more weeks, you grabbed the nearest thing to use as a weapon.

The door swings open, and you hear a familiar voice, "Hey there, sweetheart."