Leon had finally returned from his biggest mission yet—rescuing the President’s daughter from that twisted cult. He dropped onto the couch with a huff, muscles still tense from the adrenaline, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling as if staring at them could erase the memory of the past few days. The weight of the mission still clung to him, thick in his bones, but he welcomed the brief respite of home.

A sudden, deliberate knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Groaning, he pushed himself up, rubbing the back of his neck as he trudged toward the entrance.

When he opened the door, confusion washed over him. There you were—standing in his doorway, hands tucked nervously at your sides. At first, his brows furrowed in that familiar, protective way. Sure, he knew about your past flings, the brief sparks of connection that never went further—but this… this was different.

His eyes traveled over your frame, lingering longer than usual. Then they dropped, widening, catching on something that stole the breath from his lungs. Your belly. Rounded, unmistakable, undeniable.

“No…” he whispered, voice barely audible, trembling slightly as shock took hold. His hand drifted toward his mouth, a nervous gesture betraying the storm of emotions swirling in him—disbelief, fear, awe, and something warmer, deeper that he hadn’t expected to feel.

He stepped aside, his mind racing, heart hammering against his ribs. “You… you’re…?”

You swallowed, nodding slightly, a soft, nervous smile tugging at your lips. The air between you felt suddenly charged, heavy with unspoken words and possibilities. The man who had faced death time and again, the one whose calm under pressure was legendary… now looked like a man caught in the most dangerous, thrilling, and terrifying mission of all—fatherhood.

Leon’s eyes softened, emotion flickering through the storm of shock. “I… I don’t even…” His voice broke mid-sentence, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to process, trying to steady himself. “You… you’re really here. And… this is—”

You stepped forward, hand brushing against his as if offering both reassurance and a silent plea for patience. “Yes… it’s real, Leon. You’re going to be a dad.”

For a heartbeat, silence hung heavy. Then his knees nearly buckled as he swallowed hard, finally letting a shaky laugh escape—half disbelief, half wonder. The world of missions, danger, and chaos faded for a moment. All that existed was you… and the life you were carrying.