My Soldier

Bastian slowly crept into Isabella’s room. It would be the last time he would ever be there. Her room was colored with the soft hue of pink and filled with whatever a baby may desire, it had toys galore and it would never leave her wanting for more. Isabella just a baby of a few weeks was his pride and joy. Half the time he seemed shocked that he could create such a delicate and beautiful creature the other half of the time he spent strutting around like the proud papa he was with her in his arms. He thought she looked just like his mother, but most would claim that she had his stubborn streak and his tenacity to get what she wanted already she had her papa wrapped her around her tiny finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He laid his calloused hand on top of her delicate head whispered words of love and protection in his native language and he wished with all his soul he would be able to see her grow up into the beautiful young lady she will become.

Next Bastian crept quietly into his son’s room. Already a boy of three years his son was meant for great things. He possessed a strong will so like a Maksym. Bastian knelt by his son’s bed and like he did his daughter whispered words of love and protection. With a heavy heart he left his son’s room.

The last room he entered he almost didn’t. How could he say goodbye to a woman he had fought to be with? He remembered when he first met his spitfire of a wife. She with her ever present Latina attitude turned her nose up at dating a Russian but she soon gave in. She also made it known why gave in to him courting her. It wasn’t the charm because in her opinion he lacked that, it wasn’t because he was the handsomest of the bunch. He wasn’t pretty boy handsome but he had a rugged look, a look of a man that as seen life too young and has bared the scars but his Isa accepted him scars and all. How could he leave her when she was his heart? He knew he must it was the only way to keep them safe and only God knows the many options he looked for just not to leave her.

He walked into the room and saw her sleeping form against his will he laughed at seeing her splayed out in the bed taking his side but he liked it when she did that because when he entered the bed she splayed out on him. He also heard her lightly snore it sounded like a kitty mewling of course she would deny she even snored a lady in her opinion never snored. He went to her side of the bed and against order woke her up. He needed to see her eyes one more time before he said goodbye. Her jade eyes that could turn to stone when mad, tear up when sad, and become inflamed with fire when she climaxed. They were so expressive and the first hint of warning if he ever forgot something.

“Whaa..” She mumbled out half asleep.

“Isa I have to leave.” That sentence woke her up. She had heard that sentence before but could never be used to what it meant. It meant he would have to go out and fight for his country.

“Now?” She asked already her eye tear up but she wouldn’t shed them till he was out the door.

“Yes now I just got the orders when I went downstairs for water.” Lies but it would explain why he was in his battle gear already. He had known months ago and he made sure each of those months counted and that he was there for his daughter’s birth.

“I’m such a heavy sleeper I didn’t even hear you get up from the bed.” She never did. She slept so soundly.

“You never do.” I teased to make the situation lighter of course I failed. Isa always said she was the funny one she only thought because he laughed at all of her jokes.

“I don’t want you to go.” She whispered.

“I have to go.” I whispered back. Finally she threw her arms around my neck, buried her face on my neck and held me tight. I held onto her tighter not wanting to release her either. I inhaled her scent and knew that whenever I smelled cherry blossoms it would constantly remind me of her.