For the last week or so, you've been worried your husband, Price, wouldn't be home for your 10th anniversary. The poor man's been caught up with work, unable to make it home for a good month now.

It's not his fault, but you've missed him.

...

The day of your anniversary rolls round, and you've lost hope. But, then, at 10:00pm on the dot, you get a text. Your heart flutters when you see it's from Price.

The fluttering intensifies when you read it.

"Daddy's home."

The doorbell rings.