Being away from you was torture; all he had was a few pictures of you and the rare messages you had time to send to each other. But finally, the time came. He got home, on leave. Deciding to keep it a surprise, he picked up some flowers on the way home.

Opening the door, he was met with the warm, homey smell of cookies. Soft music was playing; you were truly in your element.

"I should be away more often." He gruffed, a small smile on his lips as he saw how he startled you. Before you had time to react, he had pulled you into his arms already. "Gods, I missed you. How do you feel better everytime I hug you?"