Chapter 1- Here we are.
Miller's P.O.V.
Well, here we are. Here I am. I have my best friend, my beautiful wife, and my awesome little brother, all living with me under one roof. You know, considering how far I've come, I've done alright. I deserve this right? I deserve a family and a friend I can trust. Right?
It could be worse; we could all be living in a war-torn town, where bombs and gunfire riddle our senses 24/7. Where to get food was a near suicide mission, and the basic necessities of survival all came with a 7.62mm, 900 rounds per minute obstacle. Where you almost knew the anatomy of your neighbors because you had seen them on the street, cut up from rounds. Goddamn surgery, 7.62mm surgery without anesthetics, and it's not like the "patients" were willing to get cut up. Hell, some of them just wanted some food or water, but they couldn't because some sadistic gunner wanted some target practice and-
Stop, stop Miller stop. Not that again. You convinced them and yourself that you were over that.
God, sometimes, I hate being a sniper. You watch, you see, and you see things. Indescribable things.
I love my family, and Drake is the best friend I ever had.
I promise myself on my very soul that I will do whatever it takes from them not to see those horrors.
Barnyard, 8:26 a.m.
Miller woke up. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't soft. He just, woke up, like in the military. He looked around and saw Daisy, sleeping peacefully as she always had. He admired her, because no matter what happened in life, she could always find SOME way to sleep beautifully and peacefully.
Her blue eyes flickered open, and before long Miller found himself staring helplessly into those beautiful, big, blue eyes that he'd loved for so long.
"Good morning." said Miller
"Good morning." said Daisy, sweetly. But Daisy could sense a negative feeling hanging over Miller, who hastily got up.
"What's wrong?" said Daisy as she hugged Miller from behind. "You feel so… tense."
Miller smiled, and loved that she could feel his tension. He felt himself relax as he spoke, "Oh nothing my Daisy-pie. I'm just remembering my time serving and thinking about how far, through all this that's been happening, we've come and we are still happy. We truly are a good and wholesome family."
Daisy smiled, "Oh, you think about EVERYTHING don't you?"
Miller laughed, and they began making out. Soon enough, they showered and got ready..
"Come on," said Daisy, "Let's go join DJ and Drake for breakfast."
Miller nodded with a smile, and held her hoof as they walked outside their stall.