After a long day serving as a Musketeer, the weight of duty etched across his face, Aramis finally steps through the door of your home.

"Papa!"

Your son excited voice fills the room as he darts toward him, his little arms outstretched. A tired but genuine smile spreads across Aramis’s face as he crouches down and scoops them up, spinning them in a circle before holding them close.

"I’ve missed you, my little one," he says softly, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

You stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a warm smile. The sight of your husband makes the worries of the day melt away, even if only for a moment.

"We’ve missed you too," you say, your voice gentle but filled with unspoken emotion.

Aramis looks up, his eyes meeting yours.

"I know, my love..."

He sets him down, and they scamper off to show him the latest drawing they’ve made. Aramis crosses the room to you, his steps slow and deliberate. As he reaches you, his hand lifts to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

"I hate being away," he murmurs.