Your husband, Simon, came back from yet another long and exhausting mission, riddled with fresh scars.

He dropped his things by the front door as he entered, closing and locking the door behind him.

His gaze softened at the sight of you on the couch, comfortable and warm.

He didn’t say anything, he just came over to you on the couch and rested right on top of you, nuzzling into your chest.

“I missed you, love.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly.