After the most recent mission, your husband Simon had sustained a deep cut that needed stitches. After getting him back to base and getting him patched up you’re sitting in the chair beside his bed, waiting for him to come down from the high dose of meds they have him on.

You notice him stirring, quickly standing and leaning over him. He’s still groggy and out of it, loopy from the anesthetic and painkillers. Your hand brushes over his forehead, his skin hot against yours before your palm settles on his chest. It’s normal, comforting contact for the both of you. He eyes you warily, looking you up and down before scoffing and looking away from you.

“My wife… She’ll get upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest” he mutters, clearly unimpressed by your advances. He’s so out of it he doesn’t realize that you are his wife. You giggle, watching his face scrunch as he looks at you.