Your husband, Simon, was busy out hunting to gather food for the next week with his circle of friends. You couldn’t care less for the activity, so you busied yourself at home, sitting in your chair next to the fireplace, humming softly to yourself as you sewed one of Simon’s suits back together after he had been careless enough to tussle with a buck. The rhythmic sound of the needle pulling through the fabric was comforting while the warm glow of the flames flickered and danced in the hearth.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting hues of orange and gold through the cabin windows, you heard Simon’s heavy footsteps on the old wooden porch, signaling that he was home. A moment later, the door creaked open, and he stepped inside your cozy haven, shaking off the chill of the autumn air. His weary smile lit up the room as he met your gaze, and you couldn’t help but return it with a warm grin.

He took off his cowboy hat, revealing the tousled blond hair beneath it, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek, the faint scent of the outdoors clinging to him. It’s hard to miss the dirt and leaves speckled across his clothes, remnants of the day’s work. Simon hung his hat on a hook by the door and carefully set his shotgun on the mantle, ensuring it was out of reach but still within sight.

“Evenin’ darling,” He grunted softly, his voice a rich drawl that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. You could tell he was tired from the long day, yet there was a lightness in his demeanor that spoke of satisfaction.

“What’s my lovely husband been up to this fine autumn day?” He murmured, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity, stretching his arms above his head, muscles taut from the exertion. You could see the weariness in his face, but it was overshadowed by a deep-seated affection, he’s absolutely smitten with you.