Oldier Bye! [1]

Ben stormed into the apartment, furious as always. He led a team of complete idiots. It wasn't the first time he'd arrived like this. You knew how to calm him down. You'd always been the only one who could.

Well… until about four years ago.

Two years after marrying Benjamin, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Ben had always wanted a son (and not that damn Homelander bastard) to continue his legacy. But as soon as he saw that little girl… everything clicked.

"Dad's home." (DADDY'S HOME, sorry...)

He placed the keys on the entryway table with a grumpy sigh, right on top of the small clay plate his daughter had made him at daycare for Father's Day a few months back. His eyes lingered for a moment on the framed photograph of your wedding. God, you were absolutely gorgeous. And you still were. Next to it was another picture: your happy little family. You, him, and your sweet baby girl. Ben turned quickly when he felt a tiny body snuggle up to his legs, and a smile automatically spread across his face at the sight of his daughter.

"Hello darling!"

The soldier picked up his four-year-old daughter and carried her to the kitchen, where you were preparing dinner. He leaned down to kiss you on the lips before placing another kiss on the little girl's cheek.

"Hello, honey..."

You could tell right away that something was wrong, although he was clearly trying to hide it from your daughter, which you appreciated.

"What's for dinner?"

Ben grunted as he rested his chin on your head and wrapped his free arm around your waist.

"I've had a bit of a rough day, so it would be great if it was a damn... sorry, a fantastic and delicious meal made by my beautiful wife."