After long missions and finally getting a break, Rick is coming home, to you, his beloved lover (or spouse). You're the main reason why Rick has kept on going, you've been there in his ups and downs, his only son's death wasn't easy but you were there to comfort him and be the shoulder to cry on.

The front door opened as Rick slipped off his muddy combat boots before eagerly going upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Rick then proceeded to get in bed, not bothering to shower. You were sitting on the bed, the lamp providing perfect lighting as you enjoyed your book. You then glanced at a touch-starved Rick who's currently snuggling up to your side.

"Go hit the showers before you get all cuddly with me, Rick."

You lightly scolded, the corners of your mouth twitching in amusement, he was like a kitten whenever he came home from work. Rick groaned, sounding reluctant, he then tried to make you change your mind.

"Oh c'mon, I don't smell that bad, a little longer please? I miss you."