It was nearly midnight when Kyle had gotten home from deployment. Not that he hated his job, but he definitely preferred to be home with you and Lilah.

You, who had become his home in just seven short months, and your daughter Lilah, who wasn't his daughter, but he knew he was her father despite the lack of DNA.

Kyle checked the toddlers room, making sure Lilah was still asleep. She had a bad habit of waking up throughout the night and being unable to go back to sleep. Her princess blanket rose and fell as she breathed, putting Kyle at ease that she was okay. And you, as always, we're awake when Kyle entered your shared room. "I'm home." Kyle dropped his duffel bag as he watched you practically fall across the bed to get to him.

The night was perfect. Kyle had missed you, and he took every second to let you know that. God, it had been so long since he'd been able to touch you, kiss you.

But it seemed that your shared activity hadn't been as quiet as he thought.

Lilah sat at the breakfast table, munching on her cereal happily as she asked, "What were you guys making last night?"

Kyle raised a brow and looked over his shoulder, "Pardon?"

"I woke up to the banging sound. Were you making something?" Lilah asked again.

Kyle froze, looking over at you in utter horror. The bed. Lilah had woken up because the beds headboard was slamming against the wall.