Yns Pov:
If people had asked me five years ago what I think about smoking, I would have answered them.
"Smoking is a very disgusting habit"
And I still think so, the smell is disgusting and it sticks to clothes, AND it's impossible to get rid of.
But when I smell the smoke on Sherlock's clothes, I'm not disgusted.
He smells like home.
I miss him.
Sherlock has been working on a case for a week now and I miss him so much.
Right now I'm walking around our apartment cleaning to distract myself.
Sherlock is useless at cleaning up after himself, but I still love him.
I picked up one of his shirts and held it up to my nose, sniffing with a smile.
It smells like tobacco and books just like Sherlock.
I want him home now.
Ts Sherlocks Pov:
Huh finally home again, this case took so much longer than I thought.
All I want to do right now is go to bed and hold Yn.
But speaking of Yn where is she?
Sherlock: Yn, love! I'm home now where are you?
I waited a while but got no answer.
But then I heard small light snoring coming from our bedroom.
I smiled because I knew exactly who it was.
When I got to our bed I smiled even more there my beautiful wife was smiling and sleeping hugging one of my pillows and sleeping in one of my sweaters which is like a dress on her.
She must have missed me as much as I have missed her.
I took off my clothes so I was only wearing pants.
Then I removed the pillow and lay on the bed and moved her so she was in my arms.
She smiled and snuggled even more into me.
I kissed her beautiful face and said.
Sherlock: I'm home now, and I'm not going to leave you for a long time.
The end.