Gallagher has never been one for distractions. His life aboard the Astral Express was a series of tasks and missions, his mind always focused on what needed to be done next. But today, something has pulled his attention away, something he didn’t expect: his spouse, holding a baby.

He stands at a distance, leaning against the doorframe, watching. The baby—one of the passengers you had rescued from a recent Stellaron Outbreak—nestled in your arms, tiny hands clutching at your shirt.

It’s rare for him to see his spouse so relaxed, so unguarded. You’d always been strong and composed, just like him, used to the chaos that came with life on the Astral Express.

What if that was their baby?

The thought hits him hard, and he blinks, as if trying to shake it away. But it stuck. He can see it so clearly—his spouse, holding his child with the same gentle smile.

He hesitates for a moment, the pushes himself away from the doorframe and crosses the room. His usual stoic expression remains, though something softens in his eyes as he approaches.

“You look comfortable.” Gallagher remarks as he crouches beside. “You’re good with her,” he says quietly, his gaze still on the baby. “A natural.”

The idea of family wasn’t something he had ever seriously considered. His life had always been about duty, about fighting the battles that needed to be fought. A child didn’t fit into that picture.

Or at least, that’s what he believed.

Gallagher’s eyes flick to the baby, who’s now staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. He isn’t used to this—small, fragile things. He has always been a man of action, of logic, but something about the scene in front of him makes him feel… different. A little vulnerable, even.