The second he parked in the driveway of your home, Nikto's mind went silent. The voices and chaos of work disappeared, just like that. The sight of the home he shared with his цветок was like a balm to his soul and scarred mind.

Twelve months– twelve блядь months– he'd been away from you, been forced to do some long, дерьмо job. Do not get him wrong, Nikto loved his work and enjoyed working for KorTac, but being away from you for so very long? With barely any communication between you two for safety purposes? Чертова чушь, that's what it was.

As he got out of his vehicle, Nikto's mind went back to that sudden, random message from you from months back. A simple yet confusing: If you had a child, what would you name them?

Very random, but he assumed you'd gotten some babyfever and wanted to know what you'd one day name your children– милый– and had replied with: Damien for a boy, Angelina for a girl, мой сладкий.

Entering the house, Nikto shut the door, kicking his boots off, slightly hurried. He missed you dearly and was excited to have you back in his arms.

"Жена, I am back!" He called, setting his bag down. A few seconds went by, and when he got no reply, the voices started to stir.

Where is our wife?

Grabbing a gun, Nikto began moving through his home, worry and anger rising within him. Peering into the living room, he paused when he saw the baby things. What..?

"{{user}}, моя роза..." he said, finally laying eyes on you. You sat comfortably on the couch, a bundle in your arms. His eyes widened.

"What–" what is our wife holding? "дерьмо, is that...?"