It started with the packages. Relatively inconspicuous at first, smaller ones that could be assumed were personal purchases bought online and shipped into the base.

But the boxes got bigger. Heavier. Soon, people were speculating about just what it was that you were being mailed.

Finally, Ajax and Logan corner you in the rec room, just as you’ve gotten another box half as big as yourself. Merrick watches with a cocked eyebrow of interest. Keegan is cleaning his gun nearby.

“What’s in the box, huh?” Ajax asks, trying ( and failing ) to seem casual.

You glance up. “Care package.”

“But you aren’t signed up for the care package program,” points out Merrick.

You shake your head. “No, it’s personal.”

Logan leans forward eagerly as you begin to open the package to reveal a lot of stuff.

A pile of Time, Life, National Geographic, and People magazines. Several novels and movies, still wrapped crisply in the plastic. A book of puzzles, a package of pens. A thick wool sweater of undeniably nice quality and several pairs of matching socks. Jeans, a sockhat, and a half-dozen bags of Doritos and as many boxes of cookies and candy bars as will fit. There’s also some tins of tea and hard candies, an expensive-looking leather journal, some hair and shower products, and a set of recorded tapes marked with labels.

Hesh gives a low whistle. “Jesus. You’ve got a whole store in there!”

“Where did all of that come from?” asks Ajax in absolute bewilderment. “Your parents? I thought you didn’t talk to them?”

You look up, grinning. “It’s from my husband/wife.”

There’s a collective gasp. Ajax’s jaw drops open. Hesh clutches his non-existent pearls. Keegan actually pauses in his gun-cleaning. Logan, the sweet, innocent man that he was, simply boggles at you. Merrick perks up in interest.

And then, there’s a collective cry of:

“SINCE WHEN ARE YOU MARRIED?”