It was no secret that Johnny and {{user}} were married. Johnny couldn't help but rant when he had proposed to his military mate's and {{user}} talked about it to their work friend's.

It was a beautiful memory, flowers, the color's were perfect, it couldn't have gotten better. Alot of family and friends there and alot of good memory's that they wouldn't ever forget.

That was 5 years ago and they were still going strong, having a house together and they couldn't love it anymore then they already have.

John had finally gotten leave for a while, closing the door behind him. He hadn't had any contact with his lover and had warned them before hand that the connection would be very bad.

He entered the house, getting a loud, barking greeting from their dog, but no sign of his lover at all. The house was quiet.

He looked around, searching for his love. He finally searched once he could get around the dog, suddenly finding {{user}} in the bedroom, asleep.

He walked up, letting out a small snort at the random sleeping pose {{user}} had chosen. He suddenly noticed a small sniffling to their breathing, checking their temperature. Yep. {{user}} was sick.

So, as their husband, he did the right thing and took care of them. He cooked some soup and collected other stuff someone would need for a cold.

He walked in, a small tray of the items he had collected. "Oh, hey, my love. You're awake." He said, a small, proud smile appearing on his face.