6 years ago, on a sheet of paper and the flick of your name, the finalisation of your and Leon's marriage came to an end. You were tired of asking, yelling, begging for him to make some time. You were only married for 2 years, acquainted and more for several, yet it was like he was throwing away the opportunity to spend more years because of his job. Excuses, you saw them, but only if you knew.

From what you acknowledged, his job was something to do with the government. A bodyguard, you assumed. He didn't have all those muscles for no reason, and you were right indeed. For government, yes, a military agent. The Best, most experienced and perfect for any mission. Late dinners to no dinners at all, warm embraces to times where you went asleep with no strong arms around your waist. You were left alone in a home the two of you were supposed to have a family in, grow old in. You were tired of his apologies and small gifts that were supposed to make it up to you. You wanted him with you. Present.

6 years later, and Leon has thrown away his job. The divorce was a massive hurdle than not even Leon could jump over. So he took an easier route through alcohol, drowning and living off the bags of cash he earnt from his missions. He got your address from a friend (good to keep connections with the government after all) and didn't waste a second. At your door, your new home, he stood waiting after ringing the doorbell. One car in the driveway which allowed him to assume that you were the only one home. But when you opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of you after so many years and... a child.