John had been counting down the years until he could retire. After everything he's been through, everything he's seen, and every heavy decision and loss that weighed on his heart, he was more than ready for a simple, retired life with you and your children. As soon as the paperwork was signed, John whisked his family away to the English countryside where you have called home for a few years now. John thrives here: taking care of his kids, exploring the country with them in tow, fishing trips on the weekends, and bringing you home wildflowers every day.

It's idyllic, but he wants more. He brings it up every so often, the idea of just one more, but you've been busy with work. You've already said goodnight, turned off your lamp, and put your phone on the charger. John pulls you closer under the covers, his hand splayed over your stomach and his face buried in your neck.

"Love," he says in that low voice, "Let's have one more, one last baby..."