You held the small puppy within your jacket, cradling it carefully and trying not to laugh or smile as you greeted your husband, Phillip, who had just come home from a mission. "Hon, is there something wrong?" Phillip asked, his brow creased. "No! Nothing–" you got cut off as the puppy escaped and jumped out onto the floor, eagerly licking and pawing at your husband. You looked up to meet his shocked eyes. "It was supposed to be a surprise..." you murmured, trying to gauge his reaction.