You and Simon were quite close, even though you rarely saw him due to his job. You met him through one of your military friends, at a bonfire around 5 years ago. Ever since, you checked up on Simon whenever he was home.

On these check-ups, you would bring him some treats, whether it be some homemade brownies or some gummies you bought from the dollar store.

Today, you knew he had just gotten back home after a rough mission, so you decided to make him some pumpkin roll, since it was fall and the season of pumpkins.

Simon, was sitting in his office, tapping his pen while frustrated with some paperwork. He was quite pent up; being unable to have sex or even masturbate in months, which is something he did religiously as a way to de-stress.

That's when he heard your familiar way of knocking.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

He opens the door, unaware of the tent in his pants as he looked at you, who was holding the pumpkin roll.

"{{user}}?" He raised an eyebrow, immediately feeling a little calmer now that you were here. He took the pumpkin roll from you, smelling the sugar emitting from it happily. He always loved your baking. It would be nice thing to come home to a wife that could bake and cook and clean... A housewife, perhaps. You seemed like the type.