The Sniper's Heart

Chapter 14

The gunshots coming from my backyard would usually send me into a panic, but instead, I smile as I gather the last plate of uncooked hot dogs and hamburgers to throw on the grill. The tray is cold in my hands as I make my way outside, pushing the screen door open with my hip as I slide through, the sun warming my bare arms.

Out here is the best sight ever given to any man. The guys are over with my daughter, handing her their personal pistols to try and see which she feels she has the best control over. My wife is kneeled down behind our son, holding his hands in hers with her own small pistol balanced in his tiny hands, large earmuffs covering his ears as she locks her eyes on the target and braces our son Dalton back against her as she helps him pull the trigger. The shot rings through the valley and everyone around cheers with excitement as Dalton gets all excited and starts giggling, his baby teeth flashing with the all the commotion. Trigger goes running around the yard, growling as Tommy yanks at the tug-of-war toy in his mouth while watching the scene in front of us.

I can't stop the smile on my face as I push the grill open and start slapping the meat down, enjoying the smell of the sizzling smoke. Hamwrack notices my presence and taps my daughter on the shoulder. She turns and looks at me, gun still pointed at the target, and her face breaks out into the most beautiful grin I've ever seen. "Daddy!" She shouts, giggling as Wes takes the gun from her hands before she starts running towards me, her dimples as big as her wide eyes.

Before she can barrel into me, I crouch down and open my arms to snatch her mid-air and spin her around in the air, living off the happy giggles she makes. She has my wife's eyes and long length of hair, but she has my darker skin tone and she couldn't be any cuter. I toss my little girl into the air, loving her excited shrieks as I catch her and settle her back on my hip. "Hey babydoll, the guys letting you have some fun?" She nods and leans her cheek against my chest, pointing over at Wes, "I like his the most!"

Of course my babydoll loves Wes's pistol the most. It's the most difficult to maneuver and keep steady at a shot. Prim definitely got her fire from her mother. And I can't help but laugh as she starts going on about what color she wants to get for the future practices.

I can't believe how much she's grown. It's been four years. Prim's now growing tall and fierce, beautiful and smart. Our younger son, Dalton, is going to be turning two in a few months. If I would have told myself a little over six years ago that I would be married to the love of my life, build our own home, have our own dog, and two children, I would've smacked myself from stupidity.

    Because, there's no way for a sniper and well decorated lieutenant to find love and leave the military, right?

    Fallon and I have proved ourselves wrong. I've never seen that sexy woman smile more than she has since she first gave birth to Prim in our own home. She shows her emotions more clearly, she talks more often.

She's even more beautiful than the first time I laid my eyes on her. As I settle Prim on my hip, I look over at my wife as she goes through all the steps to put her pistol away safely. The moment she's done, she turns and pulls the earmuffs off Dalton. He giggles up at her and flashes a toothy smile.

Her whole face melts as she stares at our son, a beautiful grin covering her face. The sun on her skin makes her even more beautiful, the sun framing her like an angel. Her hair has grown even longer over the years, the crazy strands pulled back in a simple messy ponytail, random pieces falling out and blowing in the wind. Her skin tight jeans are so sexy, fitting to her perfectly. They were made to fit to her body, around her hips and shaping that ass. She has my sweatshirt on. The breeze is a little cool, and ever since she had Prim, she gets cold faster. But who am I to complain? She wears my clothes around the house daily.