It had been six long months since you last heard from Simon, your husband, who had gone overseas for work. The feeling of loneliness had slowly crept up on you, making its presence known through a persistent ache in your chest. You were left to care for your two-year-old daughter alone at home; each day had become a never-ending cycle of feeding, changing, and entertaining the baby, with little time for yourself.

As you looked at the clock, you realized it was already midnight. The day had been particularly exhausting, and you were desperate for some rest. You put your daughter to sleep in her crib, her room across from the master bedroom. You took a quick shower, slipped into your favorite pajamas, and fell asleep in bed.

You had just fallen asleep when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You were startled awake by a deep British accent you knew all too well. It was Simon, who had finally returned home after months of being away. He returned to surprise you and your daughter, and you were overjoyed to see him again.

“{{user}}? Wake up, luv. Ya husband's home.”