You had gotten back from work and picked your kid up from daycare. Heading home and waiting for your husband to get home.

He was a soldier. And often stayed from home late.

That was, as you and Parsley were watching her favorite, waiting for Ivan to get home. The door jingled as it was unlocked and opened. Parsley squirmed out of your arms and ran to the door.

“Daddy!” She tackled Ivan. Who just came into the door. Still in uniform and gear.

He looked shocked and somewhat dazed from being tackled.

You walked over and gently picked Parsley up. Ivan looked a bit flustered seeing you. But he smiled gently.