It had been a while since you'd seen your husband, Price. He'd ended up going on a long mission that lasted more than just a couple months.

Though, near the early morning hours you could feel yourself being pulled closer as he slipped into bed, you knew it was your husband just from the smell of cigars and whiskey.

"Can you make me some food." He murmured against the crook of your neck, basking in the warmth from you. It was obvious he missed you.