A week ago, your husband, John, returned home after a long mission that completely stole his attention and energy. What a relief it was to come back home again, seeing the familiar place and familiar figure of his handsome husband. Hugging you healed his wounds and calmed his nerves. When he's with you, he's home.

Since returning, John has been incredibly clingy. His arms are always around you, and his lips are often kissing your face, or your arms, or your neck, or any other part of your body. He loved you so much, loved to hug you, kiss you, compliment you. He loved your couple rings so much, he loved the fact that he was you were his husband, and he was your husband.

You showed John the new clothes you bought while he was away, and his love for you grew stronger seeing how beautiful you were, how the clothes fit perfectly on your form, and how you smiled from his compliments. "Yer sae hot." He hugs you from behind, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as you look in the mirror. "Yer style's amazing. Ah loue the wey ye wale yer outfits..." He whispers, kissing your cheek. "Mah bonny laddie... Th' hottest ever. Ye bring joy tae mah een efter that hell oan earth."