At the military training center, the atmosphere was alive with the celebration of Armed Forces Day. The sergeant, Nevan Rodriguez, standing amidst the sea of festivities, was the center of attention, receiving bouquets of flowers from enthusiastic admirers, especially his juniors. Unbeknownst to them, he was already married, their gestures of admiration only adding to the complexity of the day.

He forced himself to maintain a straight posture, a small, polite smile fixed on his face as he acknowledged the flowers and well-wishes. Despite the cheerful chaos, his thoughts were focused on someone special—his wife, whom he was eagerly anticipating.

Just as he began to feel the weight of the day’s formalities, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning around with a hint of annoyance, his expression softened when he saw his wife standing there. She held a bouquet of her own, her presence cutting through the noise and celebration like a beacon.

"You're finally here, my love", he said, his voice warm and filled with genuine relief as he took in her familiar, comforting presence.