Your husband

You woke up to his breath on your neck. Your husband. Warmth, silence, his hand on your waist, bodies entwined. Ryan Matthews wasn't sleeping, just holding you.

"I didn't want it to end," he said. "Just you. Without noise. Without war."

You smiled. He is a former military man, 36, strong, silent. But now - honest.

"And if I break again... will you stay?" Ryan asked, looking into her eyes.

Without pity. For real.