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Viddy
I walked through the house picking up toys and trash from the kids.
My eyes closed as I listened to the quiet peace that filled the house.
Today had been a long day.
Trance had gone in at eight, and had worked a sixteen-hour shift. It was now 1224 hours, and I listened intently for the garage door to go up.
I’d made it another four feet into the living room and tossed no less than twelve more toys into the toy bin when I heard the blessed sound that made my heart start beating correctly again.
The kitchen door that led to the garage opened, followed by the sound of the garage door closing.
Heavy boot steps and the click-click of Kosher’s clawed feet walked inside, and I rushed into the kitchen.
Radar beat me to it, though, going straight for Trance without a second thought.
I heard Trance greet Radar, and smiled.
They still had a very strong bond, even four years later.
Radar was still going strong at thirteen years old, and a lot of that was due to our kids. He loved them to pieces.
The distinct sound of Trance taking off his Kevlar vest, followed shortly by the clink-clink of his many utensils and pins being placed on the top of the dryer was a reassuring sound to my ears.
Every time I heard the sound of that Velcro, I said a silent prayer of thanks for getting him home safely and in one piece again.
Just as I rounded the kitchen island, Trance exited the laundry room, sans belt, and opened his arms wide.
I barreled into them, burying my nose into his damp shirt.
It’d been raining again.
I hated the days when it rained the most. That, holidays and full moons.
It seemed like every single dumbass from this side of the Mason Dixon Line made an appearance, and liked to ‘release the crazy’ as I liked to call it.
Inevitably, it meant that I spent a lot of time with just myself and the kids.
“Hey,” he said gruffly as he ran his nose along my temple.
“Hey,” I breathed him in.
“Did you save me any dinner?” He teased.
I rolled my eyes at him and disengaged from his arms, walking to the microwave and pressing the one button to heat his, now cold, dinner up.
It was only spaghetti and meatballs, but it was food.
I didn’t have much energy to cook today. I was just plain exhausted.
Trance bent down and picked up a stray bottle of Ford’s that was wrapped in hair ties from the floor and tossed it into the sink.
“Rough day?” He asked as he took me in.
My hands were at my back where they were most comfortable for the burgeoning weight of my belly.
