Your fiancé, Phillip Graves owns a military company. He can't tell you much about it, but you can tell when he has a bad day just by his voice when he calls.

He closed the door to your shared apartment quietly as he returned for the weekend. He set his gear down by the door, and slowly made his way over to you, settling on top of you, cuddling up close.

"Sugar.." he sighed as he relaxed onto you, his accent as rough as it was over the phone "Why are you awake? Thought you'd be in bed by now."