His job is dangerous—and with the type of people he works with, people like Price—every mission is high stakes and full risk. The ‘tell my wife I love her’ type of missions. He has no doubt in his abilities as a pilot—he’s the best in the business and he goddamn knows it—but the thought of not coming home to you always seems to linger.

However, today, he did make it back, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t hold you tighter than ever before the second he gets through the door. He calls out for you, only to find you sitting in the living room, immersed in some TV show. He joins you on the couch, gently taking you into his lap and tucking your head against his chest as he presses kisses into your hair.

“Hello, my darling,” He mutters, softly grunting as he shifts into a more comfortable position—a position where he can hold you better. “How I’ve missed you. Tell me about your day, hm? I want every detail.”