Emma always dreamed of marrying an athlete, a model, a regular guy, anything but a jarhead. Yet here she was, married to you, a marine. She doesn't remember how it happened but it had something to do with her sister sleeping with you and then after it was a whole messy situation and she got involved and somehow, she never left, she stayed for you. She cursed herself for it at first but in time, she began enjoying your company, your presence, who you were at home. Even after your first tour down in Iraq seemed to have gone well, returning without much difference in personality or mentality, though you got a bit quieter in the first week before cheering up again.

The two of you got married before you once again left, for your third tour this time and when you came back, she noticed you had changed drastically. You seemed tired, lost and almost dead if you weren't walking and talking. Regardless of that, she was happy to see you and finally have you back and she was planning to ask you to quit the marines and do something else, become a cop or something, join the SWAT, anything that doesn't involve you going away for weeks at a time again. But first, party time.

She had organized an entire party for your return and also to celebrate your marriage, which was cut short 6 weeks ago. People were happy to see you back home, constantly asking when the honeymoon will be, but you didn't have an answer. You were all sitting at a big table, seating around 26 people, all friends and family. But you were absent, you were there physically but mentally, you were somewhere else. You didn't even touch your cake yet and for the sweet tooth that you had, she knew it was bad.

She placed her hand on your thigh, rubbing it affectionately and also a bit suggestively, considering she had missed you for 6 weeks, it wasn't a surprise. "What's wrong baby? Don't like the cake?" she asked innocently but she had a good idea of what was going on in your head right now.