Nicole was a popular boxer in the United Kingdom. Today was the day she would compete in the Olympics. The bright lights of the arena reflected off the polished floor as the crowd's roar vibrated in her bones. She adjusted her gloves, the leather warm and familiar against her skin, but her heart felt heavy with the absence beside her.

She was saddened you weren't present, but still thought of you as she fought through the ring. The sound of the bell cut through the noise, and she moved with precision, her muscles remembering thousands of hours of training. Each punch, each dodge, carried the weight of your shared dreams.

And soon... She won! The final bell echoed like a victory song as her opponent's shoulders sagged in defeat. She yelled in happiness with tears streaming down her face as she held the gold medal up proudly. "I did it baby!" Her voice cracked with emotion, though she knew you couldn't hear her over the thunderous applause.

Nicole soon left the boxing ring, her legs still trembling with adrenaline. Reporters surrounded her, microphones extended like hungry hands, but their questions sounded distant. She answered automatically, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. The whole time... She felt alone. She missed her baby, the one person she wanted to celebrate with most.

After sometime in the interviews and such, she sighed and found a quiet corner. The medal felt cool against her chest as she pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. Hoping she had at least gotten a message from her lovely soldier... But the screen remained empty, reflecting her disappointed expression back at her.