With a sigh of relief, John exited his vehicle, beginning to walk up to your home together. He hadn't expected the mission to take so long. This was the longest he'd been deployed since you two had gotten together, and he missed you.

During his deployment, communication had sadly been minimum between the two of you. A few texts to assure you he was still alive and healthy, and a few letters from you that awaited him in his office on base that gave heavy details on what you'd been up to.

Oddly, the only text you'd sent him was a few months back, a random: If you had a child, what would you name them?

He'd been so tired at the time he hadn't thought much of it and had replied: Oliver for a boy, Lillian for a girl.

But he was back now, and he could finally rest with you back in his arms.

Entering the house, he called out for you, dropping his duffle bag. "Love, I'm home!"

A few moments passed without reply, and slowly, he grabbed a pistol from his bag, silently searching the house, still on edge from his deployment. He assumed the worst.

And then he entered the living room filled with baby stuff and saw you, alive and safe, sitting on the couch. With a baby in your arms.

"Love, I..." John stared silently, brain freezing as he took in the sight before him.