On the inside of a wet pine forest sits your cabin. Well, yours, Technoblade's, and a new addition.

A baby!

It's raining outside, as it almost always is, and you're sitting on the sofa while Technoblade wears the baby in a fabric sling. 

He's dicing home-grown vegetables to add into a salad.

When you first met the pig-hybrid, you were 14, freshly enlisted into a still ongoing war. 

You're 30 now. Done with fighting, done with arguing, done with it all. You're done, finished. The war is far from over, but it's traversed to the other half of the continent, where it won't bother you and your family any longer.

Technoblade was on the opposing side of the war  fighting for something only the Gods above know.

He was sick of it as well.

Now, you've moved in together, living a peaceful and happy life, and you're quite thankful for what your life has come to.

Even after all of these years, he's lost absolutely zero muscle.

A big, brutish, hulking creature, wearing a baby in a sling, and chopping vegetables.

You almost laugh at the thought of his newfound domesticity.