I'm not new to this – I had a previous account (RasperryRaindrops) but forgot the email address I used to log in, so here I am starting all over again. I hope you enjoy, I appreciate any feedback. I haven't written in so long, so please bear with me.

Elizabeth stood by the mantelpiece, a glass of wine clutched in her hand as she tried not to glance out of the window obsessively, every time a car passed. Henry was coming home, her Henry, her husband was coming home from his tour of duty. It had been a full year since she'd seen him, since she'd kissed him and she was beginning to forget what it felt like to have him hold her. She looked up for what felt like the millionth time in the past ten minutes, he was late. She titled her glass and finished it in one large gulp, sighing deeply. "Come on Henry" she whispered, running her fingertips across a photo of them on their wedding day and smiling slightly. They'd only been married for two months before he'd been called up and now, now it was time for them to begin their lives properly as Mr and Mrs McCord. She closed her eyes, holding the picture of their wedding day in her hands. It had been such a beautiful day, Henry had been so attentive and he'd made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"You look radiant, dear" Henrys mother smiled as she smoothed out Elizabeth's veil. "Henry is a very lucky man" she winked, taking in Elizabeth's appearance one last time before kissing her cheek "I'll see you on the other side." She took a step back and winked again, walking out of the room.

Elizabeth smiled, watching her go. Henry's mother was the perfect mother in law, she couldn't have asked for anything more, her maternal instincts rivalled no ones and her comforting persona was the closest thing to motherly love Elizabeth could remember feeling. She put her shoes on and smiled into the mirror as Will appeared in the doorway, ready to take her down the aisle.

She held onto Will tightly, not trusting her own legs as she walked towards Henry. She couldn't take her eyes off him, nor he her, as she made her way down the aisle, which seemed never ending. "I love you Lizzie" Will whispered in her ear as they walked "and I'm so proud of you, mum and dad would have been too. You look stunning sis, Henry is a lucky man." Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly and she nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She kissed his cheek as they came to the alter and smiled, taking the hand the Henry held out for her.

Elizabeth couldn't remember most of their wedding ceremony, she couldn't take her eyes off Henry. She'd came to as everyone began to cheer and Henry's lips descended on hers, taking her breath away. She kissed him back until the lack of oxygen made her dizzy and she realised she was in a room full of her friends. She pulled back and looked up at him, her husband, and smiled. "I love you Henry" she whispered, holding his arm as he led her out of the church as Mr and Mrs McCord, smiling for the camera.

The slam of a door pulled her from her thoughts, her eyes misting over at the sight of the man standing in the doorway. "Hello, baby" he smiled, an audible grunt leaving his chest as she threw herself towards his body, wrapping her arms around him, "I've missed you."

She looked up at him, not letting him out of her embrace and melting towards his chest as his lips met hers, holding her in his strong arms. "I've missed you more" she mumbled against his lips, reluctant to stop kissing him. Her fingers found their way up his arms, pushing his jacket from his body, not once breaking their fervent kiss. "Henry" she whispered, looking up at him, her arms wrapped around his neck, "You're here, you're really here." She felt the tears rolling down her face, the realisation that the weight of the past twelve months had finally lifted. He was home, she no longer had to worry that he would die in Iraq and that she would never get the chance to say goodbye. Her husband was home.

She felt Henry wipe her tears, his lips pressed to her head and he held her tightly. "I'm here baby, I'm here and I promise I'm not going anywhere. It's you and me now and always." He held her close and led her to the couch, sitting down beside her. His fingers ran through her hair as she watched her. He'd forgot what she felt like when she was laying in his arms, the comforting weight of her against him, her smell taking over his sense. He'd missed her more than he could have described, leaving his bride behind to go to a war zone wasn't how he'd expected to start their married life but he was home now. Their life was just about to begin.