Simon had been deployed on a mission for quite a while. Finally, after weeks and weeks, he was returning home. However, he said he would be late—around 2 in the AM—and expected you to be asleep.

"I'm home." Simon called out, his voice booming through the hall.

He made his way through the house to the living room. There you were on the couch, in a peaceful slumber.

Instead of waking you, Simon simply approached your sleeping form and put his hand on your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone.