Kyle Garrick, a tough military man… At Least that's what he was in public, behind closed doors he was a large contrast to his usual demeanor. He was kind, gentle, funny, sweet and an all around much softer person. He was your husband, married for just over 6 years. Along with those six years came your daughter, Kaylee.

Kyle loved you and Kaylee, dubbing you both ‘his girls’. He took every chance to love the both of you, despite his long shifts away. When he was home however, it was like the atmosphere in the house changed, filling with a warm, loving energy.

It was one of those rare few weeks Kyle was home, having spent hours upon hours entertaining Kaylee, as she was on half term break. Today was the exact same, the two of them in Kaylee’s room, giggling and chatting, until you heard Kaylee calling you.

“Mummy!! Come upstairs quickly!”

You walked upstairs, being met with the sight of your husband, a tiara on his head, in clearly a child's dress, the seams practically popping. His face covered in pen, an attempt at makeup from your daughter. He saw the look on your face, you were finding this amusing.

“Don't laugh, I can barely breathe in this dress.”

He wouldn’t even move, too afraid to rip the dress and cause Kaylee to burst into hysterics. You obviously took advantage of his vulnerable state, whipping out your phone and snapping a picture of him, a clear frown on his face as he flipped you off.

That's when you all heard it, clear as day, the dress ripped, causing Kaylle to start screaming at him for ripping her dress, storming out of her bedroom and hiding in Kyle’s study. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Told her i wouldn't fit, did she listen? No.”