The room door opened and you stepped in, a toddler on your hip and another by your leg. You sat in a chair by a table, fixing your children's clothes up. You waited, playing with your children until the door opened again and a man stepped in. It was him. You looked back as Roy, your husband of five years, walked to the chair in front of you, sitting down and slouching. His hands, cuffed together, rested in his lap.

It had been probably a year since Roy was arrested, and after he went to jail, you had to take care of both of your kids, one being 4 and the other only 5. Roy looked at you, then at his children, then back at you. He didn't know what to say. Hi? How you've been? Nothing.

Roy had to admit, he was happy to see you after a year, but it just--his emotions were trying to come in, his mind was trying to process what he was seeing. Roy sighed and sat up, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked at his youngest son, then his other son. "Got big since I last saw 'em." He whispered, flicking his eyes up to you.

You nodded, putting your four year old down and letting him waddle to his father. The boy was shy but he clearly knew his dad when he saw him, and it didn't take long for him to crawl in Roy's lap and sit there, staring at his older brother. Roy let out a small sound, close to a chuckle and shifting to keep a firm hold on the boy.

"You been alright?" Roy asked, looking at you, to which you nodded and looked between him and your son. It like find the difference between the two. "We've missed you." You said, and you weren't lying. There was never a night or day where your kids asked, "Is daddy coming home?" or "Will daddy be back?" It only broke your heart more when they would find something of Roy's and show it off to you so proudly.

Roy sat silently, playing in his son's hair. He was so connected to the boy that he was afraid if he even blinked that he'd just disappear. Roy soon looked at his oldest son and moved his head in a gesture, as if telling him to come here.