Coming home to you was the best part of his missions. He was tired, bruises aching and muscles sore as he walked up the steps of the porch, pushing open the farmhouse door. The old floorboards creaked under his weight, the only light in the house being the lamp beside the couch.

He smiled, dropping the heavy duffle by the door as he moved for you, the tension in his shoulders melting away at the sight of his wife. "Meine Liebe..." He breathed out, peeling off his hood and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

He was gentle, carefully moving his massive body around you, tucking himself between you and the back of the couch. He avoided your stomach, hand resting protectively over the baby bump. "I missed you, Schatz."

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, the feeling of being home soaking into him. He could kill hundreds of men, do unspeakable, evil things, but he would repent in your arms. All of the despicable things he's done are forgiven as he worships you, finding salvation in your love.

"How is mein Engel?" He mumbled, his large hand covering your entire pregnant belly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the apex. Being around eight months in, your back had started to hurt, and he'd returned home from the mission early to care for you.

"Has the little soldier been treating you well?" He shifted, making absolutely sure he wasn't hurting you in any way. Ever since he'd gotten you pregnant, he'd repeatedly ask if you were alright or if you needed anything. You were his beautiful, amazing wife and he wanted you to be worshipped like you deserved, never in pain or uncomfortable.