17 years earlier-
"What are we gonna name her?" Alfred F. Joens asked his husband of three years Arthur Kirkland Jones. "Aimie. Aimie Kirkland Jones." Arthur said. Alfred looked down at the baby girl his husband just delivered. "Welome to the world Aimie." He kissed his daughters head.
15 years later-
"Artie, I know you don't wanna hear this,but… I've just been deployed to Iraq." Alfred looked down. Arthur tried to process what his husband had just said. "But I thought America wouldn't let gays fight?" He tried everything in his power to make Alfred stay. "Have you told Aimie yet?" he asked. He had to make sure his daughter new. "Not yet. I'm gonna tell her after school." Alfred felt a tear run down his cheek. Arthur jump up from where he was sitting and clung to Alfred, not wanting to let go.
"Alfred. This is our last night together for who knows how long. Take me." Arthur whispered seductivly. Alfred and Arthur began a
tongue war. Alfred picked his husband up and headed to their bedroom. Only God knows how long Alfred will be gone.
2 years later-
Aimie was in high school and part of the Marching Oaks. It was half-time and the Oaks were up by 14 points against Coal Grove. The band was on the field playing hen, out of the corner of her eye, Aimie saw someone in an army uniform walk on the field. She turned her head to get a better look. Th director stopped the band. "Hey! You're not supposed to be-"
"DAD!"
Aimie dropped her clarinet and ran towards her father. Alfred grinned and wrapped his arms around his crying daughter. "I missed you, Dad!" Aimie sobbed. "I missed you too, baby." Alfred whispered. Arthur looked at who his daughter was clinging onto. He couldn't believe it.
"Alfred…" he thought. He ran down the stands and jumped into his husbands arms. "Alfred! I thought you'd never come back!" he sobbed. "Shhh. I'm here now. It's okay." Alfred soothed.
Arthur gave his husband a slow, passionate kiss. Aimie couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. There were only three words to describe it. It. Was. Hot. The three of them went under the stands after hearing the whole town go, "Awww!".
Aimie looked her father up and down to make sure he wasn't hurt. Then she pinched herself. "What are you doing?" her Daddy asked. "She's making sure this isn't a dream." Alfred answered his husband's question. Alfred hugged his family tight. Aimie sighed happily and closed her eyes, snuggling into her father's chest.
"Welcome home, Dad."
Aimie is pronounced Amy.
I don't own anything but Aimie and the clarinet.
the Marching Oaks is the name of my high schools marching band that I'm in and the Oaks is the name of my schools footbal team. Go to Google and type in Oak Hill Ohio and click on this, Oak Hill Union Local Schools, Oak Hill, Ohio USA, and it'll take you straight to my schools homepage.
When my dad came home from Iraq, on Friday night at a football game, he came onto the field, so I made an AmericaxEngland fic about it.
See ya next time!