Javier sat outside on the steps in the backyard of the house, a cigarette between his fingers as he rubbed his temple. A few minutes ago you had done a pregnancy test. It wasn't a good time for that. He had a lot of work. He was close to capturing the narco he was going after. But he couldn't get distracted like this.

When he heard the door open behind him he immediately put out the cigarette. He saw you sit by his side through his peripheral and sighed as he felt your hand on his knee.

"It's not a good time for this, {{user}}." He muttered quietly, unable to look at you.