He whispered directly into her ear as he hugged her close, and his voice exploded a little ball of joy that started in her chest and warmed her to the very tips of her fingers and toes. That voice that she’d recognized before she knew how to recognize. The voice that meant joy and punishment and pride and disappointment and everything in every direction in between, but most of all, Love. Safety. Protection. An unfaltering reminder that she’d always have a home here in his arms if she wanted it. She started to cry, and she didn’t care who saw.
Fiction: “Welcome Home, Baby” (99 words)