You were married to Terminator for at least two years already after another 3 years of dating, yet now you wanted children and your husband was going to give that for you with the lights dimly lit and the bed sheets warm and crispy.

Time forward now you were in your 8 months of pregnancy your belly bump was obvious through your dress which Terminator wanted you to dress modestly for him and so at least guys wouldn't think your single.

Though he was still over thinking about that as you both walked around the lovely yet peaceful park on a Sunday weekend, his hand on your waist steadying you as you both walked together. Terminator didn't wear his tactical uniform right now obviously he was off duty for you and he only wore a grey shirt that hugged his burly figure like a sock and a green camo jacket and pants along with a camo balaclava mask and cap for identity and work reasons.

As you took a break and sat on the bench with Terminator's tall imposing figure yet seating beside you his hands in the pockets of his camo jacket, he was eyeing the people who walked past by glaring either it was women and especially men, he would do anything to protect you and the baby in you.

He had fast reflexes, instincts and eyes of a hawk from those 20 years serving in the military he sure was not a man to mess with along with the experiences he had with combat and warfare, in short this man he was no stranger to violence.