A/N: Short bit of fluff for you, I accidentally wrote a lot of words whilst on holiday last week so I warn you, there's something in the pipeline ;) hope you like, Emily x

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Max weaved his way through the crowd of people, eager to be as close to the front as possible. He knew he didn't have long to wait either, she'd pass through the large grey doors anytime soon.

Whilst he waited he watched other loved ones reunite, who knew their stories, all was clear that they'd missed each other as much as he'd missed his wife.

Three weeks wasn't long for some people. He thought about the men in the army who left their wives and families for months and months at a time. He didn't know how they did it, these three weeks had been long enough for him.

In fact Max didn't realise how much he would miss her, how much he needed her. Of course physically he'd survived but emotionally he lacked everything she normally gave him. It reminded him of the person he was before he met her, now he was so grounded, so thankful, so able to deal with everything life through at him, because she was there to get him through. But whilst she'd been away he'd found himself evolving away from the person she'd made him. Max didn't think of himself as a clingy person, he'd coped enough in his early twenties when he'd taken himself off and away from everyone and everything he knew and set up a new life for himself. Rosie had softened him, made him realised that having someone who you loved and who loved you really made you the person you were. In her absence he'd gone out with his mates, been up to see his parents, gone to work but really he didn't feel like he had a purpose to doing anything until he saw her again.

Rosie had spent those three weeks up in the Congo with a group from uni. Researching and tracking varying groups of gorilla as part of her dissertation. Max knew how excited she had been to go, how much she deserved it so he let her go without any peep of his selfish ways.

The door opened again as more passengers swarmed into the arrival hall, luggage and wide smiles in tow. Before Max had time to search amongst the people a familiar face was rushing towards him, a grin spreading across her mouth.

"Hey stranger" she gasped flinging her arms around him.

He held her for a few moments, their bodies perfectly moulded together as they always had been. Though she'd texted him and called when she could Max knew he wouldn't truly believe that she was safe until she was back in his arms. The Congo had the potential of being a very dangerous place so Max had been forced to place all his faith in Rosie and the lecturer who was leading the trip. But she was back now, he could rest easy again.

"I missed you" he murmured kissing her neck

"Missed you too" she whispered as she moved her head to look at him in the eyes. The blue sparkled down on her bringing a sense of happiness and home.

"Three weeks really is a long time" he murmured before latching his lips onto hers

Rosie moved into him, oblivious to the swarms of people around them. If she did notice them she didn't care, she'd longed to be back in his arms again. He pulled away enough to see a tear trickle down her cheek before she moved to kiss him again.

"I'm not going to leave you again don't worry" she murmured when she finally moved away properly

"Good" he grinned winding his fingers amongst hers "come on"

Rosie grinned as he led her out of the terminal building.

"Did you have a good time though?" He asked as they entered the fresh air

"The best" she said before beginning to tell him of her travels, every part as exciting as the last. Max could tell how much she had loved it but he couldn't help but selfishly be glad that he had her back all to himself.