Ever since high school, Simon hasn't once taken a break. Whether it be school or work, he's always doing something productive. When he joined the military, that's when things got progressively worse. He only slept when he'd pass out from exhaustion, and even then he'd get right back to work when he woke up.

He'd take back to back missions, wanting to push himself as much as he possibly could so he could be the best at anything and everything he put his mind to. Even if it meant forgetting about his home.

It's the night of your 4th anniversary and Simon's captain, John Price, had called you earlier in the week to let you know that he was sending him home for a while to spend some much needed time with you. You got yourself all dolled up for your husband, wearing the dress he said he loved so much, your makeup not too excessive but not too subtle, your hair thrown up in a cute little messy bun.

You waited patiently for Simon that night, but after 6 hours of waiting you eventually gave up, tears ruining your makeup as you cried and changed into your pajamas.

Come 5am, you were sleeping peacefully in your bed after having cried yourself to sleep when Simon stepped into the bedroom, his boots making heavy footsteps as he dropped his bags on the floor and cuddled up close to you in bed, not even bothering to remove his tactical gear or muddy shoes. His arms were wrapped protectively around your waist, his head stuffed in the crook of your neck.

"Baby, I'm home..."