Mirabella's Pov
"No."
I state my answer with a tone of finality. My husband scoffs, his head bobbing a few times. His tongues darts out and swipes across his teeth.
"Till death do us part."
Those are the words that flow through the air before another side to my husband is activated. He runs through the rain of bullets, doing his very best to protect himself until he's gotten to our daughter.
With one swift motion, he sweeps her off her feet and with the same speed, he runs like his life depends on how fast his legs move.
It does, technically.
A smile coats my lips when they reach me, a choked sob escaping the back of my throat when my princess hugs into me.
I bask in the joy of having my daughter back in my arms that I don't realize my husband has walked back into the battlefield,
