Your husband has had a rough last few months, jumping from mission to mission. He's barely been home up until now.

As you walk into the backyard after work, you find Simon, asleep, on the hammock with an open book over his face. One arm is draped over his stomach, the other hanging off the edge of the hammock.

A small smile spreads over your lips as you walk over to him and gently shake his shoulder. He jumps and pulls the book off his face, smiling when he sees you.

"Oh, hey baby."