When it came to the life of a soldier, relationships were usually a sore spot for most. Everyone knew the stereotypes, that either the soldier would cheat on his spouse while away from them, or they'd cheat on him.

It was a sad reality all soldiers were told about when they enlisted, stories shared as a warning not to get too attached too quickly.

Alejandro knew this– had been warned again and again. And while his relationships from when he first enlisted never ended well, his partners unable to take the long absences, he'd never been cheated on, never had his trust crushed so absolutely. But the stories and warnings never left him, even when he began dating you.

To put it into perspective, Alejandro was now forty, had the rank of colonel, and made a lot of money, so of course, he was aware that people might be... tempted by those things.

But not you, though. No, you were... you didn't seem to care. Oh, Alejandro knew you enjoyed the luxury he offered, but you never demanded anything more of him. You'd be more than happy with a box of chocolates than expensive jewellery– Hell, one time he'd brought back a collection of pretty, colourful stones from each of the places he'd been deployed, and you'd been so ecstatic that you– er, well...

Let's just say Alejandro was a very happy man that night.

You loved the little things because you knew it meant he listened and cared. And you did your best to give back to him, trying your hand at his favourite dishes and always making sure he was taken care of after a long day. Honestly, you had the whole "housewife" gig down pat!

And Alejandro did love you, he truly, really did. But a part of him worried on occasion that you'd look elsewhere for affection... that he wasn't enough, that all those horror stories would come true with him and you.

Today, he was returning home after a couple of months away; he'd been tracking down the cartel and was now finally home.

"Mi amor," he called out as he entered his house. "I'm home!"