Tren knew better than to love you, some soft, gentle woman he met in some crusty bar. He knew better than to marry you, but he stayed anyway.

"You got it?" he asked you, helping with the large box for their nursery, eyeing your pregnant belly as he carried the weight. "Watch your bump, darling,"

It was better like this, you and him in a small neighborhood. Tren lived a double life, with you he was just an ordinary electrician, but his days were filled with mercenary work.

It should be worse that he loved you, that you were his only weakness, but it wasn’t. He knew you were the best part of his life. He wasn’t the best husband, and gods knew he knew that, but he wanted to try, for you. Anything, he’d do for you.

Now he had placed a child in you, his child. It made him feel odd, warm and vulnerable with his heart stuttering whenever he’d see the swell of life on your stomach, yet it also made him feel cold to the bone, filled with dread, because as much as he was aware of how greatly you wanted this baby, he didn’t know what he really did to your body.

He was terrified when he had realised he loved you all those years ago, tried to push you away before, but he knew better than to think he could live without you now. He couldn’t.

Right now, in bed, he held you close to his chest and buried his face in your hair. Tren wasn’t a very affectionate man, but he was warm to you and cold to the world. He prayed you knew that you were the only person on this damned Earth that he loved. You were the one he wanted to come home to when he was done washing the blood off his hands, that helped him forgive the universe for everything it did to him.

Tren knew he didn’t deserve you, that you didn’t deserve to live with a man that killed people for a living, but he wanted this. A life that soothed him, one that he could fall on.

He kissed your cheek wordlessly, a calloused hand in your silky hair. "Did you take your meds?" he hummed, low and rich with baritone. "Doc said one every morning and night."