He quietly creped up the stairs cautious to avoid the fourth one in, for it squeaked like a mice dying. Their door was open, he smiles at her still figure sleeping beneath the quilt sewn by his great grandmother. Still in the hallway he removes his shoes, stetting them against the wall, steps into the room as he pulls his shirt off over his head.
For a moment of time he watches her, breathing in and out, at peace. Her peace brought him comfort he missed when he left for days at a time. Pulling back the covers he lays next to her, carefully to avoid another squeak. Gently he rests his his hand on her hip. Her breathing changes and she readjusts herself, turning slightly to see his face with a smile eyes full of sleep.
"Sorry Christy I didn't mean to wake you."
"I don't mind Neil. I've missed you." She lays her head back down completely on the pillow, leaning into his touch. Her breathing turns heavy once more, feeling whole he closes his eyes to join her.