Being the wife of a high-ranking soldier meant long days and even longer nights alone. Louisa was rarely home, always stationed somewhere far away, serving with honor and duty.

Today felt no different—you were curled up on the couch, half-watching TV, half-lost in your thoughts, trying to fill the silence of an empty home.

Then—suddenly—a knock at the door.

Your heart skipped. You weren’t expecting anyone. You hurried to open it, and there he was.

Louisa stood tall in his military uniform, the crisp lines of it softened only by the gentle smile on his face. In one hand, he held a large bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“I’m home, my rabbit,” he said, voice low and warm. “Did you miss me?”