This wasn't what he had in mind when he had been promoted to Major. Actually, the reasons for his promotion still left him wondering what side of the bed he woke up on. Robot Aliens. The same ones that he now worked along side with as part of N.E.S.T..
He was basically stationed at home, only going out when there were confirmed reports of the enemy else where in the world. Then all he and his team did was move out to deal with them, clean up the mess, and then come right back home.
It basically was everything he could hope for while being part of the military. More time home with his family, his wife and baby girl. But that was where things started to go south for him. His wife, Sarah, was always questioning why he got to spend so much time home now, why he would have to leave at the drop of a hat and not tell her where or why. And that's when the arguments started.
He told her the truth, that he was not allowed to actually say what he did anymore, just that he was a Major and part of something big. When he stuck with what he said every time she asked, which was nothing but the truth, she started with the accusations of him seeing another woman. Everything went down hill from there.
After half a year of trying to prove his innocence and fix things, Sarah filed for a divorce. It broke him in more ways than she could possibly know. More so than he thought possible. She got sole custody of Annabelle, their baby girl. The other stuff wasn't important to him, he really didn't care too much about who got what. It took him forever to sign the divorce, he had still clung to the hope that there was a chance between the two of them, but whatever they had was gone.
The only thing that he could see a silver lining about all of this was that he was still allowed to visit his daughter. No matter how his job had hurt Sarah, she still wanted him to be a part of their daughters life. So in the last few years, he was part of everything major in Annabelle's life, and there every weekend, just so she wouldn't forget him in any way.
Sitting in the plane, Epps at his side along with his other men and Optimus strapped down and covered with nothing more than a tarp, he looked down at the small velvet box in his hands. Despite the fact that after this, he'd be transferred else where, along with the others, he couldn't help but smile at the reason why he now held the small box.
“You still carry that with you?”
His head jerked up to look towards Epps, his best friend and comrade through all of this since the very beginning. Letting out a sigh, he tucked the box away, only to let out a short grunt when an arm was slapped around his shoulders.
“If you keep the waiting any longer, she may just walk out on your ass.” they both knew that wasn't true.
Said woman had the patients of a saint, though she could be one hell cat if pushed. He was still surprised at how easily he came to love her, even more so when she just sort of walk in out of no where right after he signed the divorce papers.
But, that was three years ago now. He knew that he loved her, and the thought of her actually walking away from what they had left him feeling cold. Not something he could take again after Sarah.
Epps was about to say something, when another of his men came up to them.
“We just got a call from General Morshower. Seems that a...” the man looked down to a piece of paper before returning his gaze to them. “...Simmons and some kids need an air-drop of Optimus' body in Egypt. They claim to know a way to bring the big guy back and that the enemy is right behind them.”
He blinked a few times. Already a plan was underway. Standing, he made his way to the cockpit, telling them of his plan, knowing full well that they'd be with him the entire way. Now to deal with Director Galloway.
“Ya know, if she knew what you were up too, she'd beat your ass.”
“I have a feeling, if she were here with us, she'd be the one to willingly push Galloway out of the plane.” he placed a headset on and got the rest of his men to follow. He never felt better, than when he was lying to Galloway and then actually pushed the man out of a flying plane. Well... that would be a lie. When he had her in his arms, limbs tangled, breath mingling, hearing her voice... he shifted slightly. Best not to think about that at the moment.
True to his word, they dropped Optimus off via parachute in Egypt, where his men and the rest of the Autobots followed to help cover Sam and the rest of the kids. The day was spent kicking Decepticon ass, even one of the pyramids was destroyed. They won, with Optimus back on his feet and kicking. Once again, good men and a few Autobots were lost in defending life as they all knew it, but they did come out victorious, and all he could think about now was getting back home to ask the woman who helped turn his life around to marry him.
The sun was beginning to rise as they finally got home, all exhausted, mourning the losses they suffered back in Egypt and...
He stumbled back when a petite warm body collided with his own, his vision blocked by inky black. Long legs wrapped around his hips as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers dove into his hair. As a pair of familiar lips insistently pushed against his own, he let out a groan as his hands dropped down to her own hips to help support her.
“I... told you... everything.... would work... out.” her voice was husky in between her nipping of his lips, her own curving into a grin.
“Ka...gome.” he brought her mouth back down to his own, his tongue running along her full lower lip, asking for entrance, to which she gladly granted. She tasted of wild berries, sweet and yet, something spicy lay just beneath it. He couldn't hold back his groan as her tongue pushed against his, her legs tightened around his waist and thus bringing her closer. One of his hands rose to tangle into her hair, keeping her in place.
“Get a room. There are kids present!”
They pulled apart, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight she made. Lips swollen as her tongue tried to sooth the abuse they suffered, cheeks flushed while she panted for breath, hair slightly messed up and framing her face and when she opened those amazing blue eyes of hers... He leaned in and kissed her again, softer this time. God, did ever he miss her, despite it only being a few days since he last saw her.
Pulling back, her legs dropped back down to the ground, but she kept a hold on him. His own hands seemingly refusing to remove themselves from their place, which was now around her waist.
She smiled up at him, humming as she leaned against his frame, he accepted the weight of her own body against his. He leaned down to brush his nose against hers, and smiled when she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.
“I missed you.” he heard her whisper, her warm breath puffing against his skin which caused his hold on her to tighten. Among other things.
A slight whimper off to the side drew their attention, and he couldn't help but raise a brow at the sight of one of Sam's friend standing there looking like a lost puppy as he watched them.
“Please don't stop.”
Sam and Mikaela quickly made their way over to the other young man, where Mikaela just as quickly whacked him upside the head, muttering pervert under her breath. She offered them a sheepish smile and apologized for his behavior.
“There's something wrong with you man.” Sam shook his head, and freshly bandaged hand reaching to weave fingers with that of Mikaela's.
“Hey! The only action I got out of all this, was my near death experience with Mr. Betrayed over there!” the young man pointed his finger at a man in a vintage looking bomber jacket.
“This coming from the kid that got himself with his own stun-gun, in the bathroom. With his pants down.” Mr. Betrayed replied with a slight sneer to his lips.
“You... work with some, interesting, people.” he looked down to see her blinking and taking the group in before her.
“All the more reason why I love you.” he leaned down again to whisper into her ear. He figured now was a good a time as any. It would be quite for a while, now that the enemy took off. So he pulled back slightly and pulled out the small velvet box he had been holding onto the past few weeks.
Opening it in front of her, and everyone else that now paused to watch the scene unfold, he smiled when he heard her sharp intake of air. He saw how her eyes widened, quickly looking to him then down at the ring that laid in the box, before repeating the process. Taking the ring out, he pushed it onto the one finger he had envisioned it on since he first saw the ring.
“Will you marry me?”
His heart tightened when she just kept starting at the ring on her left hand with wide eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, anything really to get an answer from her, when she threw herself at him again.
Her arms brought his lips down to hers, only this time she was the one asking for entrance. He shivered when he felt her tongue push against his lips. Instead, he smiled and drew back slightly, trying to ignore the whimper and how she tried to follow after him.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes! Yes...” her reply was breathy, as one of her hands moved to cup his face and try and bring him back down to her level.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked her up and spun her around while granting her unasked wish and kissed her soundly once again. Both smiling as those around them cheered on. It made all the fighting and times away worth it, knowing that she'd be there waiting for him.