Alex Keller, your former teammate, turned boyfriend, turned husband. As happy as the two of you were, the question of children always lingered. It was a hard decision to make, considering at least one of you would have to stop working so the child would have some normality. Though lately, the question had begun to daunt on the two of you, considering the constant flood of comrades, family and friends pressing you for answers.

After a few very long conversations, arguments and assessing your options, you had both decided on adoption. There was a facility not far from your home, so it worked out quite well. You had both agreed you wanted to adopt a child, it seemed easier that way. More discussions came with deciding who would have to stop working. You were both hesitant, you both loved your jobs regardless of the risks involved. It was a difficult choice to make, but it had to be done. So you decided to quit, to focus on your family.

Weeks had passed and the two of you were bustling with excitement, going into stores to pick out furniture, toys, clothes and decorations for the child’s room. Currently, Alex was covered in green paint, splatters across his face and clothes as he attempted to mount a shelf. He was in full dad mode, nails in his mouth, a hammer in one hand and a leveler in the other, trying to make sure the shelf was straight.

Though he wasn’t exactly the handiest of people, he’d already built a bed, how hard was a shelf? He continued to adjust it, before sighing and stepping down from the ladder he’d been standing on.

“This is impossible, I've been trying to do this for an hour. Is it possible the wall isn't level? Is that even a thing?”

He chuckled, stepping back and admiring the room, though it was shelfless, it was still pretty cute, tiny books were lined up on the bookshelf he’d built earlier, stuffed animals were already on the bed, clothes were hung up in the closet, everything was coming together.