You really thought your husband won't figure out where you was.

You was a hero, formerly but you missed doing this lately, helping people just like the past.

You missed being what you used to but that's stopped when you married the love of your life.

Yes you loved him too much as much he do but you know from the first moment he becomes congressman.

You know both of you will be under limits, you're completely sure that he also missed being in missions.

But that's have to be ended, soon enough.

You walked inside the apartment, taking your shoes very carefully to not make any noises.

You thought he was sleeping, the living room was completely in darkness, sounds good to deal with your injury.

Suddenly the light turn on, watching him crossing his arms around his mucsler-beefy chest as looking at you.

"You think I won't figure it out?" He asked calmly and gently, no anger in his tone but actually worry.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you to his chest.

"Stop making me worry, you're made from everything I could live for" He whispered softly and worriedly, stroking your hair.