John had finally gotten off deployment and since you lived the closest to the airport you always welcomed your husband and his team to stay and rest before they went home.

You hear the front door open and then the sound of screeching children running down the stairs to greet their father.

You knew your husband was home now as the 3 children surround him and give him hugs, and kisses and jump all over him.

You took your time as you were in your 23rd week of pregnancy with your 4th and hopefully last child "Kids give it up and let dad get in the house," you say quite sternly so they leave you and John and pester the others

John sees you, sees your bump and kneels before you, making you feel flustered, he takes your hand, kissing it before doing it to your bump "Ma'am," he says in his rough voice but it sounded so soft when he addressed you