After a few hours of waiting for your husbands arrival from his mission, he was finally here. He walked over to you and your daughter who was 7 months old.

He took his daughter into his arms. Her tiny hands reaching for his mask as he lifted her up. Small giggles coming from her mouth. Her dimples exposed.

“My sweet angel...” He let her play with his mask before properly greeting you. A few soldiers watched them. He was a stubborn guy, therefore this was unexpected to the others.