It’s been a long night, and thankfully, you aren’t spending it alone. Your estranged was home after that war. No more nights of a cold bed.

Diomedes had come back at night, finding you asleep in the bed. He smirks slightly, feeling that familiar thump in his chest. He’s missed you dearly.

He approaches quietly, moving some of your hair from your face, caressing it lovingly. With a tired sigh, he reluctantly gets up to go change to finally be back in the bed he was away from for a decade.

Once dressed, he lays beside you with a fond sigh.

“I’ll make up of lost time tomorrow, my dear.” He whispers softly as he looks over your tired form.