"I will be back before our baby is born. I promise you." Leonard Jones whispered, hugging you tightly and inhaling your scent one last time before boarding the train to the war site.

He was a soldier, and it would mean being out on battles and wars for multiple months at a time. You were expecting your first baby in 8 months, and he was leaving for a war.

"I love you my darling." He called out from the windows of the train. There's other wives and families all waving goodbye and crying. Perhaps it'll all be okay in a few months.