"Country roads~ take me home~ to the place~ I belong~"

Singing along to the radio, Alex was in a good mood. After nearly a full year on an extremely important and dangerous operation, he was coming home to you, his pretty lil spouse. His darlin', his sweetheart, his love and life!

It had been months since he was last able to communicate with you, the nature of the operation meaning he had to cease all contact with you just in case an enemy was listening in. The last text he received from you though was befuddling, had him scratching his head quite a bit if he was being honest.

If you were having a kid, what would you name them?

A simple, but confusing, question. He'd shrugged it off to baby fever. Makes sense, right?

He replied with: How about Alex Jr.? Just joking! I like Helen and Lily for girls, and Jason for a boy.

He didn't have some grand meaning behind his like for those names. He just liked the way they sounded, and could easily imagine having a little one named that some day.

As he parked in the garage and entered his home, though, Alex noted something was different. At first, he thought nothing of it, and then–

"The cow says 'moo'!" A loud, somewhat annoying digital voice said from the living room.

Brows furrowing, Alex called out. "Sweetheart? What are you doing?" He asks, laughter in his voice as he walks further into the house, discarding his jacket, only to freeze in the doorway of the living room.

Oh sweet Jesus.

A cradle, diapers, stuffed toys, and you. Beautiful, amazing you, with a baby in your arms, one of those educational toys that play sounds and music nearby.

"Oh, sweetheart, I… is that…?"