It was a humid rainy day, the clouds overcast and dark. John stood out on the screened-porch, watching and listening to the rain. It was calming.

He had retired from the Task Force 141 almost a full year ago because of you. You were the love of his life, and he couldn't stand the thought that one day he could go off on a mission and never come back. He didn't want to leave you alone to your own devices. He couldn't stand the thought.

So here he stood, listening to the rain, drinking his morning coffee in silence, deep in thought. Suddenly, arms came around his stomach, making him flinch and spill a drop of coffee. It was you, thankfully.