The door to the apartment opened with a slight creak as Johnny stepped in, exhausted, hurt, and weary. All he wanted was to see his husband, Simon, you, his child, take a cold shower, and sleep. He were finally home, after being on a mission for months. It was supposed to be quick, in and out. He hadn’t expected to be captured by enemies and turn out as MIA for month.

Johnny could hear Simon in your bedroom, talking quietly to you. It pulled him in. His feet shuffled as he walked to the bedroom, slowly peeking his head in. Inside, Simon was sat in a chair, his feet propped up and watching you play with your toys on the ground. He noticed Johnny’s presence, and turned over to face the door. Simon’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of him.

“Love..” He muttered, drinking in the sight of Johnny. Bruised, battered, injured.

But home.