The house was a mess. Your five-year-old son was throwing a tantrum and your three-month-old baby girl wouldn’t stop crying. Your nerves were shot to hell as you rocked your baby girl gently, trying to ignore the raging tantrum your son was throwing.

Soap, your husband, had been gone a month for a mission and you had no idea when he would return. It was your first time not having his support since the baby was born. You were about to burst into tears when the front door opened, Soap dropping his gear bag in the entryway with a thud. He walks into the chaos, sees the look on your face, and immediately grabs your baby girl from your hands.

“Bonnie, I need you to get up, grab some water,” he gently spoke as he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, handing you his credit card. “And go wherever the hell you need to go to relax.”