Phil was not home most of the time. He was always out and about on missions, being the working military man he is. Nothing wrong with that.

Until after a particularly long mission. You missed him. He missed you. You weren't on your birth control. He didn't know.

And now, you're calling him home, telling him you're three weeks pregnant. And he's bursting through the door, picking you up and spinning you around like something out of a fairy tale.

Now, you lay in bed, relaxing, watching TV, as Phil enters the bedroom. "It's getting late, don't you think? Shouldn't you go to bed darlin'?"