betty's pov
I looked at him. And he looked at me. He still had his military green uniform on and you could see his nametag reading, "F. Jones."
He looked the same the last time I saw him, only he looked more filled out this time. His curly black hair was most definitely a mess under his hat and there was a curl hanging over his forehead.
I immediately walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly and buried my face in his chest. In response, he wraps his arms around my waist and starts to stroke my blonde hair softly.
We were there in that moment for what like forever. I wish it was forever. But unfortunately, only a few minutes.
"Jug, wh- I thought you were g-gone." I sobbed softly in his chest, soon placing a hand over his name tag.
I lifted my head up, just a bit to where I could see his baby blue eyes that met my puffy green ones that had soft bags under them from when I haven't been sleeping.
He looked down at me, a small smile appearing on his lips.
"You did?" he asked, his voice breaking a little.
I nodded softly up at him.
He smiled softly.
"Well I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere." He smiled softly at me, then pushed a golden curl behind my ear.
I smiled softly back at him, then slowly leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
He kissed me back with just as much tenderness, and the perfect amount of passion.
His hands slipped around my waist and mine wrapped around his neck. My fingers moved to the nape of his neck, stroking his hair softly.
I missed his lips. The softness, the love, the taste.
He tasted of mint and smoke. I've missed it so much.
I slowly pull away and smile up at him with tears forming in my eyes. He smiles back at me and wipes the tears that had formed.
"Where's our little girl, Betts?" he says with a soft smile.
I smile back, happiness and love filling my heart once again.
"On the couch." I spoke softly and turned my head to smile softly at the little blonde.
He pulls away from me and walks over to the couch where she's sat with her blanket on her lap and her stuffed animal Jug had given her 2 years earlier when she was 2 years old.
She looks up at him and smiles.
"Daddy?" she asks with her soft, innocent voice.
He kneels in front of her with a soft smile on his face, tears softly sliding down his cheeks.
"Hey, Millie bear." He says quietly, his voice cracking slightly, before brushing a blonde curl behind her ear.
"Hi, daddy." she says smiling happily at him.
"Have you taken good care of Mr. Pickles for me?" he says smiling a bit more, gesturing to her stuffed teddy bear.
