It had been six months since you had seen your wife, Laswell. That's half a year with her gone and you waking up next to no one.

It was almost midnight when the bedroom door quietly opened and she looked over you for a moment. You were so pretty when you were sleeping. She carefully laid down next to you, draping her arm around you protectively.

God, she'd missed this. She missed how soft your skin was, how silky your hair was, how sweet you smelled, all of it.