A few weeks ago, your husband, Simon, had been deployed to another country for an operation. You were accustomed to his long absences and had picked up a few hobbies to keep your mind occupied. Tonight, you were sitting on the couch, attempting to crochet a blanket for the first time. The pitter-patter of heavy rainfall outside was quite relaxing, and you found yourself enjoying the warmth of the moment. However, not even a few moments later, you heard the sound of a key turning in the lock of your front door. You hadn’t expected Simon home so soon, so you were slightly taken aback. As the front door swung open, you saw your husband standing in the doorway, looking somewhat intimidating. He was soaked from head to toe, drenched by the storm outside. Before you could say a word, he walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, his boots tracking mud with every step. Without a word, he lifted you into his arms, his muscles squeezing you tight as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Dammit, I missed you so bloody much... My beautiful wife. You always feel so good against me.” He whispered, letting out a soft sigh of relief.