The house is quiet when he steps through the door, not a suspense given the hour that he returned. He closes the door quietly and kicks his combat boots off, setting them aside before he moves further.

As he walks closer toward the living room, Johnny finds himself staring intently at the sight of his child’s nanny asleep on the couch. Johnny bends by the edge of the couch and reaches out his hand, brushing your hair out of your face. And when you finally stir, he gives you a charming grin.