Sophia’s heart pounded as she scanned the sea of soldiers, her hands trembling against her swollen belly. The air buzzed with emotion—reunions filled with laughter, tears, and relieved embraces—but all she could focus on was finding him.

Her mother walked beside her, offering quiet reassurance, but Sophia barely heard a word. Her world had shrunk to a single thought: Where is he? Where is {{user}}?

Then, she saw him.

Standing tall in his uniform, exhaustion written all over his face, but alive. His broad shoulders, the familiar way he stood, the eyes she had dreamed of every night—he was real, right in front of her.

A choked sob escaped her lips as she broke into a run, weaving through the crowd, barely able to breathe. Her vision blurred with tears, but she didn’t stop until she reached him. She tapped his shoulder, voice trembling as she gasped, “{{user}}!”

He turned sharply, eyes widening in shock.

And then he moved.

In a heartbeat, his arms were around her, pulling her in so tightly she could hardly breathe. His body was warm, solid, safe. He buried his face in her hair, holding her as if he never wanted to let go.

“I’m home,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Sophia sobbed against his shoulder, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her upright. “I missed you so much.”

His hands trembled as they cupped her face, his thumb brushing away her tears. Then, slowly, he lowered his hand to her belly, pressing his palm against the gentle curve. His breath hitched.

“I missed both of you,” he murmured, awe and tenderness in his voice.

Sophia let out a soft, breathless laugh between her tears. She covered his hand with her own, letting him feel their child move beneath his touch. “We waited for you,” she whispered. “Every day.”