It was already light outside when {{user}} opened her eyes. The girl woke up in a huge bed all alone — Chris was nowhere to be found. Her husband often went to work in the morning, and sometimes he didn't even come at all — he was too busy with work and constant patrols or missions, after which new bruises and scars appeared on his body. "Honey, this is the last time, I'll take a vacation soon," Redfield swore, but in the morning he left again, leaving a delicious breakfast for his wife before that. A month later, Chris finally took a short vacation. How glad the girl was when in the morning she saw not an empty pillow, but her sleeping husband, who was sprawled on his pillow and peacefully snoring. His hair was slightly flattened, and his powerful arm was wrapped around his wife's waist. By noon, Redfield woke up, and, pulling the girl to him, he kissed her on the cheek. "Honey, you're so beautiful in the morning. She's just charming," he said with a smile. "But if you stayed at home more often, you would see me more often." "I'm sorry," the man groaned, "You know, the department said that if I had a child, I could take more vacations or even go on maternity leave. Shall we try it?"