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“No need to say sorry for something you didn’t plan to happen. I just want you to be honest if something hurts and to get it checked. I don’t want to be a widow.”

“Stop. That’s too far out for your worst case scenario thinking already. It’s just a foot.” He raised a brow.

“You need your foot to finish the army, wait for me at the altar and play with your future children.... or not. You know what, I’m wrong. Being differently abled doesn’t make you unfit for being a husband and parent. Even as a soldier.” I shrugged.

“Babe, I’m keeping my foot.” Yeah, I went off topic already.

“Good. I like you whole. Complete appendages. Not that a foot would...”

“Yes ma’am.” He shut me up with a peck on the forehead.