Your husband Simon never had much time for you. He always tried making time for you though— he treated you better than any of those men. He was a man, not some boy.

He owned up to his mistakes, got you many gifts, always paid, carried you randomly. He spoiled you non-stop. He didn't even allow you to have a job so he could keep those pretty hands smooth and soft just so they can be wrapped around his— ahem. Moving on.

He just came back from deployment a few days ago. He had been gone for nearly a year. He had three months off. Usually it was just a month or two. Three sounded great.

Tonight, you guys were going out to a very fancy and expensive restaurant. He wanted to treat you to some delicious, warm food just so you guys could talk and enjoy the night.

He adjusted his tie, looking in the mirror. The suit outlined his muscular, broad frame well. He turnt around when he saw you at the doorway, holding your black heels.

He eyed you up and down. You wore a black dress, it had some cut-outs in the front exposing your cleavage, and stomach. It had a slit by the thigh, as it hugged your frame perfectly. You had your makeup done and hair curled.

He walked over and picked you up. He placed you on the bed, kneeling as he grabbed your heels. He kissed your feet before slipping them on.

"You looking real beautiful, sweetheart." he says in a soothing, low, raspy tone. He pulled you up looking at you lovingly, before lifting you in his arms bridal style.