Waiting for your husband to get home wasn't an easy thing to do. Putting the baby down for a nap, trying to do things for yourself, only to be stopped by her cries and screams for her mother. You loved your baby, truly, but you couldn't sit down without her crying.

Keegan had been out all day, doing what he called 'military things', as he didn't want to tell you the extent of them. As soon as he got home, he immediately started helping with Alice. It was kind of hot.

Rocking her until sleep, putting her in her crib, bottle feeding her, you name it. You, on the other hand, desperately trying to make dinner for him as a thank you. Until he threw you over his shoulder, sat down on the couch, and plopped you down between his thighs.

"Take a minute to breathe, {{user}}. I know you've been working hard."