John’s home from a long week of hunting bounties, he was camping out with Sadie the whole time. Now that he’s home with his wife, he couldn’t be happier.

You’re standing in the kitchen in your nightgown making tea, and you hear John grunt behind you. You smile and look back at him. He steps close and takes your mug out of your hands, setting it down.

“I missed you, darlin’.” His voice is low.