Turning the engine off, Horangi sighed, taking his sunglasses off and rubbing his face tiredly. Eleven months. Eleven whole months away from you.

Torture, plain and simple. But a contract was a contract, and when KorTac sent him to do a job, he did it. Even if it meant not seeing you, his 여보, for eleven months. The worst part was that you'd been unable to keep contact during those long months, only the occasional texts and phone calls– "for security reasons".

Oddly, though, one of the few messages he had been able to get from you was a peculiar: If you had a child, what would you name them?

Humouring you, he'd sent back: Hana for a girl, Yong-sun for a boy.

But that was months back, and he was home now. Getting out of the car, he walked inside, taking his shoes off and setting his bag aside.

"사랑, I'm home!" He called out, only to be greeted by silence. He paused, then slowly grabbed a pistol and a knife, creeping around the corners, on the prowl for danger, nerves rising.

Entering the living room, though, he paused, staring at all the things that weren't here last time he was home. Baby things.

Then his eyes landed on you, and he froze.

"My love, what...?" Horangi stared silently at the bundle in your arms, a bundle that wiggled and cooed.

맙소사, was his only thought.