You knew the risks marrying him, but you couldn't stop yourself from worrying. Your husband of a year had been gone for so long... Not a text or call while he was on a mission, which was regular for a mission. However, it'd been weeks.

Steam danced around your face as you cooked. Large hands wrapped around your waist as you heard a familiar voice.

"I'm home," Risotto's voice was ripe with tiredness. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking over at the food you were making.