Everyone in the TF41 knew you had a rough problem with children. You could never give birth to them after many tries and it hurt you deeply.

On a mission you all saved a group of kids and brought them somewhere safe around the base until further notice. “Hey Roko I nee—“ Koing pauses when he sees you laughing and giggling with the kids.

The sounds of your joyful laughter fills the room, a warm feeling creeps upon his body as he leans against the frame watching you with a smile.