It had been a rough few months. The world felt colder without your husband around. You managed, of course. You knew what you were getting into.

You sat quietly in bed, ignoring how empty it felt, as you flipped through TV channels in an attempt to find something to watch.

Just then, a familiar blue glow shined from up the stairs. You smiled to yourself as you heard metallic boots clanking down the metal staircase.

The door to the bedroom was gently pushed open, and there he stood, his armor still on, covered in blood, but in one piece.

"Hey, beautiful." Doomslayer greeted, removing his helmet. His voice gruff and gravelly, but he had that tender tone to it. Always a softie towards his beloved.