John had been on your case since you'd gotten together, asking at the most random points of the day about baby names. He'd grown up with a few siblings, so he already knew how to manage kids.

He thought about 'Bonnie' for a girl, 'Archie' for a boy, and 'Sam' if you preferred something more gender neutral. It was all up to you, afterall. He never forced anything, never took away your choices; he adored the living fuck out of you, nothing could change that.

~

Father's day was soon to roll around after your discovery, so as a little celebration, you decided to finally let the secret slip. With a some confetti splayed across the dining table and a little purple gift bag, you waited for Johnny to get home. And when he did, you knew it was finally time.

You'd both waited long enough, afterall.

"What's all this, ay?" Johnny asked, flashing a grin as he took off his bag, heading over to snake an arm around your waist.