Simon used to think he didn't have a home. To most, a home was four walls with a roof. But to him, home was a heartbeat. Home is you.

He could barely contain his excitement as he walked up the steps of your apartment, a bouquet of roses in his hand. The mission took longer than expected, and he's been without your presence for months. He was so homesick.

"My love..?" He calls out as he opens the door, his hands beginning to shake anxiously. "Baby?"