To those who say War is Hell, I say, try being married to a person you don’t even know.
That’s my dilemma.
My name is Ozmond Zayne and after nearly fifteen years in the US Armed Forces, ten of them as a US Navy SEAL, I am about to face my greatest of foes.
A wife and daughter.
I come downstairs to loud men, a cooing baby and whining pups. I’m in Oz’s PT pants and one of his long-sleeved shirts with my hair up in a towel. Yes, I’m swimming in his clothes but I’m warm. Everyone is in the living room except Beauty Queen. Of course, he’s last he would be- being the youngest of the men.
“Showing the baby all the attention and the pups none. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Diesel. Demon. Come.” I say heading for the kitchen.
“With all due respect, those look more like appetizers than dogs.” I have to turn as I hear Beauty Queen’s voice behind me. He’s in Jeans and a tank, his micro- fro under a durag.
“Appetizers? You go right ahead. They’re good dogs right now because we let you in, but they’re trained and good at it too. If I do say so myself. Oz, your Beauty needs some training it seems.” I smile. “Anyone hungry?”
“Oh-ho, pretty and lippy. You picked a right good one, for a baby mamma.” Beauty Queen retorts. “Were we right thinking you needed some RNR from the wifey?”
Oz looks at him, then the other guys, before his eyes settle on me. “I love that you guys came out. God knows it couldn’t have been at a better time and my door is always open, so long as you’re polite and respectful of my family. The truth though? I couldn’t be happier here.”
“C’mon, seriously?” Beauty Queen asks him.
“Yeah.” Oz comes over to me. Wrapping his arms around me. “Taking this woman out was the best decision I ever made.”
“You said something about food? Can I help?” Hiro asks, changing the subject.
“No, go rest. You guys are always working. I can handle the cooking. Just need to see what we’ve got.”
“Did I hear chickens clucking in the garage?” Mike asks. “I sure could go for a roaster.”
“You touch my chickens and I will have to make you look like Airman Lucas on Mother’s Day.”
All heads turn to Oz. “Come one come all! Let me regale you of the famous maiming of Mother’s day!” Oz waves everyone toward his den and away from my kitchen, and my chickens.