Barbara watched as her husband stared intently at the front door before she picked up her cup of chamomile tea. "Douglas, you're gonna have your eyes melt out of your sockets from all that staring." Taking a sip, she savored the calming effect that came with the heated beverage. "They should've been home hours ago." The lieutenant grumbled miserably, glancing at the watch on his wrist to justify his sour mood. "Well, maybe they'd be home if you hadn't come in here hollering like you did." The RPN retorted evenly, placing her porcelain cup on the lamp stand beside her. As if on cue, the front door opened and in walked Connie with a tall gentleman behind her. "Hey Mom, I'm home with Tyler." The blonde called out as she turned to close the door behind them. "Hello Constance." Her father rumbled in greeting. The late-twenties woman's back stiffened as she twirled around to see him. "D-Daddy?!" she stuttered in disbelief, her eyes darting over to her mother. "Good evening, Lieutenant." The noiret saluted before he helped to move the suitcases around his girlfriend. "At ease; Private." The blond replied shortly, standing from his seat to greet the young man. "Hello Tyler, how are you?" asked the mother of four as she went to hug her daughter and her boyfriend.
A moment of silence passed before the phone rang. "I'll get it." Barbara sang as she padded off to the kitchen. "Hello?" there was a brief moment of silence that followed; save her occasional hums of what one could assume was understanding. "Ty, let's go get you set up in the guest room." Connie suggested as she made to pass her father, to which the Caucasian replied with a nod before excusing himself to follow the blonde upstairs with their suitcases. After a few minutes, the petite brunette emerged from the kitchen and strode past her husband, completely ignorant to his look of inquiry. "Barb, who was on the phone?" picking up her cup of half-finished tea, she snorted, "My distressed daughters." Turning around to face the military rep's scowl, she continued as she went back into the kitchen. "They're staying at a friend's and asked that I bring some things over." The blond blinked as he processed what had happened, his sour disposition temporarily shifting to despondence as he was reminded of his earlier actions. "Did they say how long they'd be over there?" he queried dejectedly upon her return, to which his wife only scoffed in reply as she walked upstairs to pack the twins' belongings. Once she returned, she grabbed her keys and waved over her shoulder before exiting through the front door.