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The wind was still.
The tarmac stretched long and hot beneath the afternoon sun, a wave of anticipation rippling across the small crowd gathered near the barricades. Flags were clutched in fists, welcome-home signs held high, hearts braced and eyes scanning.
Darrian stood near the edge, hands trembling, eyes locked on the open runway.
Liana, now twelve, stood next to him—taller than she had any right to be, hair tied in a ribbon that matched her dusty pink dress, a nervous, quiet excitement vibrating through her fingertips.
It had been seven years since David left.
He'd made the decision when Liana was five—old enough to remember him, young enough to not understand why he was leaving.
"I want to do something meaningful," he'd told Darrian, voice thick. "I want her to know her dad stood for something."
And Darrian had kissed him goodbye with a brave smile and a breaking heart.
The years had been long. Letters turned to emails. Voice calls turned to grainy video chats. The calendar flipped mercilessly. And through it all, Darrian raised their daughter with half a heart and unwavering hope.
Liana had stopped asking when her dad was coming home after the third year.
She just kept drawing stars next to his name on every birthday card.
And now... today... he was finally coming home.
A sudden cheer burst through the crowd. The military bus pulled up.
Darrian's breath caught.
Soldiers began stepping off one by one. Cheers. Screams. Tears. People ran into arms they hadn't touched in what felt like lifetimes.
And then—
There he was.
David.
He looked different. Stronger, sharper. His hair was shorter, his uniform crisp. But his eyes—
His eyes were exactly the same.
Darrian couldn't breathe.
Liana froze.
David's gaze swept across the crowd—desperately—until it landed on them. It was instant. Recognition, disbelief, and the kind of aching love only time could forge.
"Liana..." he whispered.
She didn't say a word.
She dropped her sign, tore through the crowd, and sprinted at full speed.
"Daddy!"
And then she was in his arms.
David caught her with a choked breath, spinning her into a crushing hug. His arms wrapped around her like he never planned to let go. His face buried in her hair. His shoulders began to shake.
"Oh my God," he sobbed. "You're so big. You're so big... I missed everything, didn't I?"
"No," Liana whispered, clutching his neck. "You're here now."
David pulled back just enough to look at her face. "You're beautiful," he whispered, tears pouring. "You look just like him."
He kissed her forehead again and again, like maybe if he did it enough, time would give some years back.
Darrian was still frozen where he stood, tears silently slipping down his cheeks.
Then David looked up.
And their eyes met.
It only took one step before Darrian was moving too.
They met halfway. No words. Just arms. Just home.
David dropped his bag and pulled him in so tight it hurt. Darrian's face crumpled into his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his jacket like if he let go, David might vanish all over again.
"I missed you so much," David rasped. "I—God—I love you, I love you, I'm sorry I was gone so long."
"I know," Darrian whispered, pressing tear-soaked kisses into his neck. "I know. You're here now. That's all that matters."
David cupped his face, tilting it up, and kissed him like he hadn't had air in years. And maybe he hadn't.
They stood like that, crying into each other's hands, forehead to forehead, shaking from everything they'd held inside.
Liana came up beside them and slipped both her hands into theirs.
Her two dads.
Together again.
The family they'd waited so long to rebuild.
And as the sun dipped low behind them, casting long shadows across the ground, they stood there—three hearts beating in the same rhythm, a family made whole again.
Because sometimes, love takes the long road home.
But it always finds its way back.
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