The door to the apartment opened with a slight creak as you stepped in, exhausted, hurt, and weary. All you wanted was to see your husband, Simon, take a cold shower, and sleep. You were finally home, after being on a mission for months. It was supposed to be quick, in and out. You hadn’t expected to be captured by enemies and turn out as MIA for month.

You could hear Simon in his office, his voice muffled by the closed door. You slowly shuffled to his office and opened the door slowly, to see him on a game. You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention. He looked over to you, shock written all over his features.

“Love..” He muttered, drinking in the sight of you. Bruised, battered, injured.

But home.