The two of you had been trying for a child months before Johnny's deployment. When you had eventually fallen pregnant it was two months before his next scheduled deployment—not ideal, but with the deployment lasting only six months, it gave a window for Johnny to come home before your due date.

That was the ideal plan anyway, but your little one had other ideas when your water broke the night before he was scheduled to come back home at two in the morning.

Your mind swam with worries of him not being around for your first child and the lack of his support at your side was daunting to face, and yet ten hours in with no one but nurses to soothe you while in labour,

Johnny bursts into the room, blue eyes glinting with a mix of worry and excitement. In his arms is a basket full of baby supplies, and he puts it down next to you before his arms wrap you into a hug.

"'M so sorry, hen! My maw insisted I dropped by for the basket." He gives you a quick peck on the lips before pulling back and smiling widely. "Ye alright? Our bairn's still comin' with no issues?"