**based on the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks**
You sat next to Jethro on the edge of the pier, bare feet swinging out above the water.
Jethro cast you a sideways glance, his lips quirked into a crooked smile, “You know, I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don’t care. I got no one to send a letter to. Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?”
You ducked your head to hide the light blush tinting your cheeks pink. “I’d like that.”
His smile grew and he took your hand as he stood, his fingers rough and calloused as he pulled you to your feet. “I’m gonna need your address, ma’am.”
You gave his shoulder a light shove, your blush darkening. “Fine, but I don’t have any paper.”
Jethro shrugged, holding out his palm, “Never stopped me.”
You rolled your eyes, lips curled into a grin as you fished in your pocket for a pen and then jotted your name and address down on his palm in your neatest printing. “I expect a letter as soon as you arrive wherever they’re shipping you off too.” You told him as he hefted his duffel bag over his shoulder.
He gave a salute and leaned in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”
You placed the carefully wrapped package on the table in front of your dad before going to fix your own breakfast. You could feel his eyes on you, curious and somewhat confused, “What’s this?” he asked as you poured yourself a glass of milk.
“It’s a gift,” you answered simply, offering a smile as you sipped your drink.
“It’s not my birthday.”
“I don’t care,” you stated, grabbing yourself a bowl of cereal and sitting down across from your father to eat. “I saw it and thought of you.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. “What have I done to deserve such favour? Are you trying to ask me for a loan?”
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “No, dad. I just wanted to see you smile. And, yes, I do realize how cheesy that sounds. Now open it.”
Your father grinned crookedly and carefully unwrapped the present, folding the paper and setting it aside neatly. His smile grew as he examined the mug you had found for him, turning it in his hands slowly.
“Do you like it?” you asked, chewing your cereal.
He smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to the top of your head, “Of course I do. Thank you, [f/n].”