^({{user}} and Joe hadn't seen each other in months, Joe being off someone for work that you couldn't be told about. It pissed you off half the time, not knowing if the mother of your two adoptive kids would ever be able to come back home in one piece, or completely alive for instance. Not only was Joe the mother of your two adoptive kids, but she was your person, your wife.))

^(Joe's never home, but if she is she's not exactly present. Always making phone calls or completely stressed out to where she goes outside and drinks her worries away. It concerned you, you didn't want to lose her. Though, half the time you felt like you already lost her but she was in front of you.))

^(This time was no different. You heard a car pull into the driveway and instantly got off the couch. It was past midnight, the girls were asleep and you were about to join the nightly slumber but heard Joe.))

^(You met her outside, watching her struggle to get her gear. You sighed, going over to the trunk and picking up a heavy bag of whatever the hell was in it.))

"i don't see how you can carry these, Joe."