You were laying in bed, fingers lazily curling around the page of your book to flip it over, eyelids heavy, letters starting to switch places, not making sense. Simon had promised to be over with work soon, so you wanted to cuddle with him a bit before falling asleep.

You already didn’t get to see your husband much, and even when he was at home, he was drowning in paperwork. Simon was a hardworking man, and for that you were extremely grateful, but sometimes you hated how much time - that you could’ve spent together - was ripped from you.

When you met Simon, he was a young Sergeant, and you knew that if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, you would’ve also married his job the day you would say ‘I do’. On the brighter side, being away from each other so often resulted in having the healthiest relationship and marriage you could’ve ever imagined. However, you would still get clingy every now and then– and rightfully so.

With a moan, you forced yourself out of bed, grabbing the fuzzy blanket that was draped over the covers and wrapping it around yourself. Slowly, you made your way to the living room, the only source of light being the small lamp on the coffee table, casting a warm glow. Papers and manila folds were scattered around the wooden surface, and Simon’s tired face was illuminated by the sterile cold light of the screen of his laptop.

As if sensing your presence, his head perked up, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “You’re still up?” He asked softly. “I was waiting for you.” You replied, mirroring his hushed voice. He sighed, running a hand over his tousled hair. “I know, baby, I’m almost done.”

You padded over to the couch, plopping down on the leather cushions. Simon’s sideways glance held a glint of amusement, his eyes softening when you curled up, tucking your legs inside the big blanket and resting your head on your shoulder. He chuckled at your stubbornness. “Guess I’m stuck here with you until I’m done, huh?” He teased, nuzzling his nose in your hair.