John was a busy man, his days filled with paperwork and meetings and mission plans. However he always tried to make time for you, whether a small dinner or a lunchtime walk, you name it.

Currently he was sat with you inbetween his legs working on his phone, resting a head against your shoulder.

And you were sat building a lego set he’d bought you, completely content with his presence, putting all the pieces together happily.

“How’s it coming along, darling?” He asked after a while.