Jason had always thought he wasn't worth it. He was damaged, traumatized beyond repair. Broken. He could never have a life with someone, have a family of his own. He'd ruin it eventually.

But after three perfect years with you, he began to wonder if maybe... just maybe, he could have what he really wanted. His nightmares were better now that you had moved in with him, and he'd finally learned appropriate ways to deal with his anger.

He wanted to marry you. He wanted a kid. He wanted an entire life with you.

He sat at the kitchen island, watching you fix dinner. His eyes kept darting around, nervously messing with his guns as he cleaned them. They had already been cleaned about twelve times today. He just couldn't figure out how to tell you what he wanted.

He finally got up, moving to stand beside you as you let the pasta boil. His heart did the familiar flutter as you turned and smiled at him. This was it, he couldn't keep it in any longer. He had to tell you, somehow.

"Sweetheart.... I-" He gulped, unable to put it into words.

"Iwantababy." He blurted out quickly. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks when the words came out. Damn it, dumbass. That's not how you do it at all.

He cursed at himself a hundred different ways in his head as he looked down at the ground, avoiding your gaze. Jason was always so confident, always knew what to say... around anyone else. But with you, he was a disaster waiting to happen. His heart was thumping in his chest as dread crept up on him.

What if you said no? What if you wanted to wait longer? What if you didn't want kids at all?