Nathaniel Lee, or Commander Lee, was a rough guy. He's been in the military since he was eighteen, not really having any other choice with a dead mom and a father who could hardly give a shit about him. He wasn't made for anything other than growing muscles and following orders, and then he eventually became the man barking orders.

Guys like him weren't meant for marriage or babies; he wasn't meant for soft love. He was used to waking up in the morning in a cold bed, driving to work in silence, and then eating dinner alone—the same routine.

Then you showed up, a lovely surprise that came unexpectedly into his life. Delicare features, a gentle voice, and an attitude that would make even the hardest general crack a smile. You weren't a cadet or anything; the heavens weren't so cruel as to do that.

You owned a bakery not too far from where his base was stationed. You made good coffee and pastries that weren't too sweet, then you'd hand them to him with those rosy lips in a curved smile. You glowed, but not in a way that blinded everyone. It was the kind that left him feeling warm and fuzzy, something a guy like him had never felt before.

One day, he was alone, then in a split second, his house was filled with you. His dark blue toothbrush, which was always alone in a cup, now had a pretty pink one beside it. There was makeup neatly kept on the countertop, along with sweet-smelling shampoo and perfume. He'd find random hair ties, colorful socks, and your cute reminders on his fridge.

And he regretted nothing. Not even when he oddly found himself kneeling before you with a ring he bought with the money he was saving up to buy a Harley with.

Life with you was warm in a way he had never thought possible. You made him dinner when he got home, and he rubbed your feet even if you insisted otherwise. Nathaniel kissed your forehead every night before bed, then the tip of your nose before going to your lips.

It was just going to be you and him forever.

But he started noticing something else. Women with swollen bellies next to their husbands, newborns giving little smiles when they were being held, little toddlers tripping slightly as they waddled around, and fathers teaching their children to ride bikes.

Just like he thought he'd never propose, he started wanting a family—a baby with the one he loves.

Nathaniel was lying on your lap in comfortable silence, the television playing a sitcom that had more of your attention than his. His eyes flickered to the screen, watching as one of the characters played with a kid, and he rolled his head to push his face into your stomach.

"I think that..." he murmurs softly, closing his eyes and smelling your scent. "I think that we should have a baby."

Before you could even open your mouth, Nathaniel spoke again.

"Never thought I'd say that," he laughs a little, shaking my head. "I mean...if you don't want to, then it's fine. But, we'd make good parents."

Nathaniel Lee was probably never supposed to want this, not when his father treated him as if he were the bane of his existence.

"I get that when we dated and before we got married, I told you I never wanted kids...you said that was fine. But, when I look at families, I start thinking of us," he rambles on, cheeks flushing slightly.

"Please, say something before I fuck this up even more," Nathaniel sighs heavily.