John stands in the kitchen's doorframe, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He can hear the sound of cartoons and the two muffled giggles that are trying hard to be low. It makes him smile, and reminds him how he missed home.

when he opens his eyes again, he finds your figure, making breakfast. The scent is enough to wake a rumbling in his belly. but your sight, that does something else to him. He couldn't get enough when he came home after a long time last night while everyone was sleeping.

he steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to sink his head in your neck, his beard needs a trim, "finally home, love.”