You knew Simon’s job in the military was both demanding and dangerous, but as of late it had been going smoothly. Missions weren’t too tough and he was coming home less beat up than he used to. But then the worst possible thing happened, your country went to war, and Simon had to be drafted. It was sudden, quick and too painful for you to properly bear.

You have a three year old daughter together. How is she going to manage? Are you going to have to raise her alone? Thoughts race through your mind as you stand in the kitchen, one hand fiddling with your lower lip, the other supports your weight as you lean against the kitchen counter, staring at the floor.

Simon comes up behind you. It’s late and he’s gotten your daughter to bed, just finished reading a book for her. “Hey love.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent and closing his eyes.

“Don’t go.” You whisper.

“What?” He opens his eyes again, still hugging you from behind.

“Don’t go.” You speak again, your voice still a mere whisper. “Please stay.” It’s a tiny plea, one you know will only make the departure harder for the two of you. Yet you can’t help the words from leaving your mouth.

“Baby..” his husky voice sounds. He lets go of your waist to spin you around so you face him, a twinge of worry settling deep in his eyes as he takes in the desperate expression on your face.