You loved books, always had. Currently, you were laying on your bed surrounded by a few highlighters and sticky notes as you read the book your husband, John got for you.

You startled slightly as a hand ran across your back, looking over and seeing John, still in uniform, settling on the bed beside you, smiling softly. His thumb ran over the side of your ribs as he snuggled up against you. "Hey, Love. Enjoying the book?"