having another baby was something slade hadn't expected. it was a shock to the both of you. for the first time in what felt like forever, he had decided to try the commitment thing with you. he was often gone away on work, things were partially long distance— but he could tell you loved him, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was beginning to feel the same way about you.

things were going slow; for both your sakes. it was the way he preferred things. he'd go to work, you two would call late at night, and when he could he'd come see you. a nice night out, cuddling up on your couch to a movie, then eventually carrying you to bed when you'd fall asleep against him.

so, to say intimacy between you was something relatively new, he wouldn't be lying. he could count on one hand the amount of times you two had slept together. and now, here you were, pregnant?

you'd called him while he was off at work, half way across the world. "i'll be back tomorrow," he said, and he meant it. it was no doubt he'd failed as a family man previously, that he was more than likely to continue to fail. he could try, at least. if not for himself, for you. for his kid.