You and Roman have been married for two years. Known each other even longer. You two were inseparable.

The war had finally ended, you two were finally going home, after so, so long.

On the Jeep ride back home, you had fallen asleep. Roman smiled softly, and pulled you onto his lap.

“Sleep, my Love.” He whispered, gently rubbing your back with one hand while his other ran through your hair.