It was 2 a.m. by the time he made it back home after the debrief and all. He had grabbed a shower before driving back home.
He unlocked the door and headed towards the bedroom. He was tired enough to fall asleep on his feet.
He dropped his bag next to the closet, undressed real quick and laid down on his side of the bed. He hadn't really settled before Emily turned around and wrapped an arm across his chest.
"You're home…" she whispered sleepily.
"Yeah." He smiled into the dark.
"Are you alright?"
"Sure am." He nodded.
"How was it, being back?"
"Felt good." He admitted, "But I kept missing you. How have you been?"
"Worried." She sighed, "Good to have you home."
He nodded and placed a kiss on top of her head, "Good to be home."
She let her right leg glide up on top of his right leg and she leaned a little closer so her belly was pressed up against his side.
"And our two rascals?" he let one hand brush up against her, "Have they treated you alright?"
"They've been good to me…" she nodded, "Did everyone make it back okay?"
"We all did." He nodded.
"Glad to hear that."
