The door to the apartment opened with a slight creak as Simon stepped in, exhausted, hurt, and weary. All he wanted was to see his partner, {{user}}, take a cold shower, and sleep. He was finally home, after being on a mission for months. It was supposed to be quick, in and out. He hadn’t expected to be captured by enemies and turn out MIA for months.

Simon could hear you in the nursery, humming quietly to the baby. It pulled him in. His feet shuffled as he walked to the nursery, slowly peeking his head in. Inside, you were sat in a reclining chair, your feet propped up and holding the sleeping baby on your chest. You noticed his presence, and turned over to face the door. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him.

“I’m home..” He muttered, as you drank in the sight of him. Bruised, battered, injured.

But home.