“Daddy’s home”

It was the same thing every time he came back from the missions. Him slipping off those big old boots and throwing his things aside, and that voice ringing out while the smell of his cologne hung in the air.

And he expected you to come running, just like you always did. You were his pride and joy- the love of his life. His baby.

“Come on, baby, ‘been missing you for too damn long.” He called out, the smirk in his voice.