Rudy is tired. He doesn't often get overtired because unless he's deployed, Alejandro is usually good about sending him home on time.

Not today. Usually, he was home and begging you to tell you what was for dinner before you'd even started. Now, you were standing in the kitchen, stirring the pot.

He moved quietly, since he was a soldier, and he scared you a little when he slid his arms around your waist and kissed your neck. "I'm back, my love." He murmured.