Major Frederick “Duncan” Miller passed though more hardships than people imagined. He’s been in the desert, he’s been in the war. He trained recruits, he lost friends - a simple miscalculation from his part costed him his leg and his sister. So it would be a safe bet Duncan had nerves of steel at this point. Except he didn’t; Duncan was freaking out at this moment, like some fucking teenage boy with his first crush in high school.
Fuck his life.
“I wanted to tell ya…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed, “this past year tha’ I got to meet ya. I love the time we get together.”
I love you, Marie.
“Me too, Duncan. I’m so glad you’re in-”
Came the smiling reply to hide the slight disappointment in the response. She didn’t know what she was expecting. Something more...heartfelt. Something more romantic she supposed. Though she didn’t know why, just that she had become overly attached to this man in her dinning room/ kitchen. “-our lives.”
She couldn’t forget the little one year old that had just been put to sleep in her crib only an hour ago. “I know you stuck around cause Eleanor and I didn’t have anyone and I really appreciate it. I do. I honestly don’t know how I’d have made it through this past year without you.”
