Reverie 》Bob Floyd

Chapter 2

The next morning, Bob was up with the sun to make sure he was on base on time. One of the downsides of not taking base housing, but they didn't find anything that allowed dogs. 

Malina, despite not being a morning person at all, was up with him, wanting to see him off today. "I was already asleep when you got in last night, so how was the bar? Meet your team?" 

Bob nodded, while getting dressed. "It was fun, I'll admit. I think you'll like most of them, although there is this one guy I think you might have a problem with." Mal raises an eyebrow, silently asking for an elaboration. 

"He's just arrogant and full of himself. Doesn't seem like a team player, but maybe he will surprise me." Bob shrugs his shoulders at that last part. "But I have a feeling you are going to love my pilot." 

Malina finally drags herself out of the bed. "Well now you have me intrigued." Despite knowing he needs to eat and leave, she makes her way over to her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist, looking into the mirror they are standing in front of. 

"She's a spitfire, that's for sure. Gives out as much as she gets, from what I can tell. Callsign Phoenix." 

Malina almost jumped for joy. Anytime Bob introduced her to any female pilots or WSOs, she was excited. This job was hard for women to get in, regardless of the Navy allowing women into service for decades now. 

Bob finally pried his wife off of him before grabbing her hand to drag her to the kitchen. He needed to eat something before his day began and this way he could make sure Malina ate something as well. 

"So what did you end up eating last night?" Bob asked. Mal wouldn't meet his eyes, so he repeated the question. 

Malina sighed before admitting, "I had a bag of chips. I wasn't hungry and was too tired!" 

Bob gave her a stern look. They both knew she needed to eat more than that. So he started to make her some eggs, ensuring she had a good, filling breakfast before he left. 

You see, Malina was diabetic. Type 2, to be specific. So while she didn't need a constant insulin pump, she needed shots in the morning and night. But she also had to closely monitor her blood sugar. Unfortunately, Malina had a habit of forgetting to eat or just not feeling hungry, and almost passing out from low levels. 

That was what Nala was for. Malina had done this so often, her doctor told her about the Service Dog program, so her dog could alert her before she fainted. Bob all but jumped at the idea of Nala. He was always worried when he was deployed. 

"I know. I know. I need to eat. But on the bright side, this is only the third time in the past month I've forgotten to eat! It's getting better," Malina reasoned, while getting some yogurt to eat in the meantime. She would have to go food shopping later. They only had what they brought with them. 

Bob just stared at her for a moment before focusing back on the stove. "I know you're getting better at remembering. I just worry, you know that." 

She did know that. It's why she always apologized when it happened. Bob had enough to stress about at work, he didn't need to worry about his wife randomly passing out. 

Bob simply shakes his head, kissing Malina's forehead. He quickly plates her eggs, before making another round for himself. 

The husband and wife pair ate their breakfast in relative silence, just basking in the other's presence. The two didn't need to talk to simply be. 

Breakfast passed quickly, with Bob giving the dogs some good bye scratches and a kiss to Malina's lips, before he left for base. 

Mal fed the dogs their breakfast before deciding to shower up before heading out for the day.