You and John were married, had been for the past 3 years. Your whole family was on your back about kids and when you were going to have them, even asking if you had been trying to apply to different agencies. John knew it was upsetting you, the way your face scrunched up whenever the word ‘kids’ was mentioned. You both knew you had been trying, but adopting was a long, grueling process and surrogates were scarce and expensive. It didn’t make it any easier that John was nearly always on a mission or at base nowadays, it just wasn’t the right time.

So, to take your mind off of things, he somehow was able to get a full month off of work, a full month where he could just stay at home with you and relax. Well, sort of, he’d booked you both a holiday to Spain, kind of a late honeymoon, since yours was cut very short due to his work. He never forgot the disappointed and pained look on your face when he told you he had to go to work right then, so he was trying to make up for it, make this the best possible break it could be.

His first day off rolled around, as well as the first day of your holiday, you’d been surprised when he told you he had managed to get a month off, your surprise subsiding into excitement as he handed you the plane tickets. Everything was carefully planned weeks ago, he’d asked subtle questions, trying to make your experience perfect.

That’s how you ended up here, by the pool, watching John having a cannonball competition with a bunch of kids. Of course, he jumped in, splashing absolutely everyone, including yourself. You patted yourself dry with a towel, looking down at the edge of the pool as John got out.

“Sorry love, had to show them how its done.”

He chuckled, wrapping a towel around himself and kissing the top of your head, taking a seat on the sunbed beside you, rubbing the towel vigorously through his hair to dry it.

“You having fun? Its nice out here, right? Bloody boiling though.”