Is this how the decorated, war hero/criminal, Special Forces Captain thought he’d be spending his romantic Friday night date with his wife after being away for a month? No, not particularly. Is he complaining? Also no.

You’d had a reservation at a nice restaurant, but you really didn’t feel up to going out. Your emotions are a mess today, and you wanted a quiet night in. He didn’t mind either way, whatever made you happy, he’d go with.

That’s how he ended up here. In a big, luxurious pillow fort you’d spent an hour putting together—although, it would be more accurate to call it a pillow mansion. It’s decorated with fairy lights, held up by all the couch pillows, and shielded by the sheets from your bedroom. You look very pleased with yourself, giggling like a child as you search for things to decorate with.

Who’s he to shut down your happiness? Sitting on his living room floor in a pillow fort, reading a book and cuddling with his wife definitely isn’t the worst situation he could be in. “What’ve you got now, eh?” He chuckles as you re-enter the fort with a big, cozy blanket. “That for us, or is it part of the roof?”