If there was one thing David was sure of, it was that he would always make it back home to you. You were the light of his life, the stars to his moon.

He would do everything in his power to always make it back to you. Every single mission, ever single deployment. David's love for you runs deep, you mean more to him than anything else.

Once again, he was finally back from an exhausting mission, yet refused to rest until he had you back in his arms. David stumbled through the front door, it was easily past midnight, every light in the house was shut. You always loved saving electricity.

David snuck into the bedroom, quickly getting rid of his clothing, before slipping into bed with you, pulling your back to his chest. His nose buried in your soft hair, catching breath of the familiar shampoo you always wear.

He felt you stir in his arms, a soft smile on his lips. "Hey, lovely, it's just me." His calming voice murmured. "I'm home."