12 months. It had been 12 months since Simon had seen his beautiful wife.

It was the middle of the night when he finally got home. He was still in all of his tactical gear and his skull balaclava when he walked in. Simon let out a soft sigh as he set his bags down. He was extremely exhausted and sore from being up on his feet twenty-four-seven for the last 12 months. He was just glad to finally be home.

“Hey, baby…” Simon turned his head when he heard the soft voice, seeing you.