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                 Narrow's eyes suspiciously at this human.

     She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. She didn't know what to expect. Emmett had been in Afghanistan for such a long time, and Willow had done her research. Combat could quite easily fuck a person up. While she prayed that the man who came home was the same man who left such a long time ago, Willow knew better. She was fully prepared to be there for every moment he needed her. That's how it had always been. High school sweethearts, the two had been attached. Now, it seemed like she was having her other half glued back to her. Excitement coursed through her veins, but she knew not to be too excited. She didn't want to seem clingy -- or did she? 

     Standing in the airport with a bunch of other women and children who were waiting for their significant others, Willow held up a handmade 'welcome home' sign made out of cardboard and a ton of different paint. The artistic female had spent months on it, making sure that it was perfect and would attract Emmett's eyes without a single second to waste. 

         Normally if someone came and disturbed him while he was in his room, trying his best to sleep due to how tired he was with touring and stuff he would kick them out. No questions asked. With her, well, he had this new weak spot for her. That was the funny thing about this girl. ❝ Oi, would ye’ like ta spend te’ nigh’ wit’ me? We could bake a cake at three in te’ mornin’ an’ forget ‘bout it in the mornin’. Sound like a deal? ❞