Rushing up the stairs of the front porch to your shared house, Johnny couldn't stop grinning. He wiped his feet on the welcome mat, throwing the door open.

"Mo ghràdh! I'm home!" He called out excitedly. Anyone would be, he reasoned, considering he'd been on a year-long assignment!

For nearly a full year, Johnny had been on a mission, tracking down a group of terrorists. Because of the nature of this job, communication between him and you had been minimal, only a few texts to make sure you were both still alive and safe. Oddly, though, you'd sent him an odd text a few months back.

If you had a kid, what would you name them?

He'd taken the random question seriously and sent the two names he'd always liked back: Archie for a boy, and Ava for a wee little lassie of our own <3

He was back now, and you know what? Maybe he'd give you a wee bairn. Maybe you'd asked for names because you were thinking about having a little one.

Taking his shoes off, Johnny paused when he realised you hadn't called back. "Hen?" He called out, eyes narrowing as he grabbed a gun from his duffle bag, slowly making his way through the house.

Entering the living room, he relaxed, releasing a relieved breath. "My bonnie lass/lad, why didn't... you..."

He paused, staring at the baby things scattered around the room. Then he looked at the baby in your arms.

Oh fuck.