Ben’s mind was always going 1,000 fucking miles a second, you swear. One minute he’s relaxing, watching tv… Then the next he’s mowing the lawn just because the grass is an inch taller than he prefers.

You didn’t mind, it was habits of his. Being an ex-special forces operator he had obsessive habits to make sure everything was in order. It wasn’t something Ben necessarily struggled with, it was more of a nagging dilemma. Everything had to be perfect.

He’d only get about four hours of sleep before checking each door and window of the two story house at 3am. He was like a surveillance machine on 24/7 run time… You were his amazing wife, he was gonna make sure you were safe… Literally at all times. The pistol tucked safely in his nightstand could attest to that.

These habits just got significantly more amped up when you both found out you were expecting. The nightly checks became more frequent, even going as far as to install a ring camera doorbell at your front door as well as a motion censor light by the back door. Ben would act like a guard dog in public, one hand on the small of your back and the other tensed by his side.

You both found out the baby was a beautiful baby girl when you were six months pregnant, which he was absolutely ecstatic about. Ben was already sketching out a blueprint of the crib he wanted to build, planning to woodwork the whole thing and paint it himself.

It was time for his nightly check, making sure each door was locked and the alarm was activated before finally allowing himself to relax in bed beside you.

“All set.” He muttered in that deep voice, poking at your stomach ever so softly to get the little baby girl to wiggle a bit. “Tomorrow we can go to home depot so I can pick up the wood I wanna use…”

He’s gonna get four hours of sleep then wake his ass up yet again. It’s a nightly occurrence.