The water was enveloping your body, the cold of the night shooed away by your husband's warm, muscular arm around you. It had been a stressful week, no missions, yet a thousand reports. He had barely been home, going to the gym after work.

You were sitting in your backyard pool, his warmth caressing you. His finger was gently twirling a strand of your hair while he looked up at the stars. "Finally some rest, eh?" he asked you in his Scottish accent.