John stood outside your home, fidgeting with the stems of the flowers he had picked as he thought of how to apologize. He was nervous and guilty. He missed you, and regretted leaving the second his plane took off for his deployment. It was meant to be a month, not a year and a half.

With a sigh, he knocked on the door.

Some seconds later, you opened the door, eyes widening at the sight of your blushing husband.

“Hi love, I’m hom-“

He didn’t get further before you sprung into his arms.