Jamison, your boyfriend, had been away on a mission two weeks longer than he was supposed to. You sat on your bed crying. You were worried sick about Jamison. You laid down and brought your knees to you chest.
"Please be okay, Jamie," you said. It was then that you heard a knock on the door.
"Please go away," you said. Your door opened. When you turned to see who it was you almost flew out of your bed.
"Jamison! I was so worried!" You hugged the junker. "Is everything okay??"
"Oi, sheila, I'm fine. Our transport broke down and we lost communication," Jamison held you tightly.
Jamison looked at you worriedly.
"Y/n, are you feeling okay? You look pale."
"I'm fine. I just got a ton of relief knowing you're okay," you smiled. Jamison kissed you. A sweet, meaningful kiss.
"It's good to be back," he smiled.
"Jamison, now that you're back and all the worry has left me, I'm really tired. Would you mind taking a nap with me?" You asked looking up at your beloved.
Jamison picked you up bridle style and laid you down in your bed, then climbed in and held you. You two slept the rest of the day and all night.
