Military marriage came with its ups and downs; the main one being deployment. As much as you adored your husband, it was hard on you when he was away and parts of you wished to retire for the quiet life.

But it was all he knew, and most likely all he will know until he decides he’s too old.

It had become a sort of routine when one of you were set for deployment; passionate night, adoring goodbye, depressing loneliness.

So, it was surprising to you when you felt sick the weeks König was gone, irritable, dizzy, weak. All the telltale signs of being withchild.

So, naturally, you took a test. You couldn’t tell if you were happy or sad to see those two lines on the device. Your only option was to wait for König to come home.

So, when your hulking husband came through the door of your base quarters, lifting you into his arms with a happy, “Leibe! I missed you” you relaxed. It was always nice to have him around.

He seemed to pause slightly, noticing the look on your face. Calloused hands slowly rubbed your back, cradling you against his chest, “what’s on your mind, Leibchen?”