The pan sizzled and popped, the vegetables stirring around in the pan. You stood over the stove, making dinner for your husband, his arrival imminent any moment now.

As you flipped the vegetables the door unlocks and John walks in, smiling and hugging you from behind, kissing your cheek and neck, letting out a deep sigh. “Day was long. Missed you love.” his gruff voice muttered, British accent ringing true.