You lay on the couch in the home you share with Peter; a fluffy black and white cat named Felix on your chest.

It's late.

Really late.

Your husband isn't home yet.

You're worried as hell, and you should honestly be in bed, but you can't sleep without him.

Eventually, the door opens, and you move Felix off of you; standing and practically running to greet Peter.

From his perspective, he no sooner comes home, tired and a little sore, and his spouse rushes to hug him.

It's a wonderful perspective.

After a quick check for wounds, you wrap your arms and legs around his neck and hips, almost knocking him off balance.

"Whoa! Easy there."

Peter laughs, stumbling back a few inches and narrowly avoiding bonking his head on the door. He manages to stay on his feet, though, and holds you tight.

"Missed me, did you?"

He teases.