For the past 6 months, your fiancé had been commissioned back into the army, meaning the most you two ever got were FaceTimes and a few visits. Though the distance was a struggle to adjust to, it was a part of Damir’s duty to the force.

Just a few days ago had Damir informed you that he’d paid for you to stay in his home accommodation on base. Speaking to his commander and fellow soldiers, he managed to weasel you in.

After all, the separation was killing him.

As you and a few other families were led inside with all your luggage, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around you. One lifted your suitcase, the other wound itself around your waist, lips feverishly kissing the side of your head.

“Missed me?”