This wasn’t the first time this happened. A pregnancy scare.

“Fuuck..” Simon groaned, pacing around your shared quarters at base, eyes set firmly on the floor as he fiddled with his balaclava in his gloved hands. “Why don’t we use fuckin’ protection.”

Kids. It wasn’t something that came up in your relationship — an unspoken topic that was avoided like the plague.

Yet, the multiple pregnancy tests, all from different brands, that faced down on the desk, made it feel even more real.