All of the Ghosts knew Keegan was gay and had a husband. You being said husband. But they’d never actually met you. You were in the dark forces and was used to going out on missions that could mean life or death for god knows how long.

Then you got wounded. Badly. Keegan got leave to go to the hospital with you and would binge watch movies with you and eat fast food so you didn’t get lonely or stuck in your head.

After the injury you had to retire from the dark forces and Keegan brought up adoption. You obviously hated being at home and wanted something to do, a child would take up all your time. It wouldn’t give you the chance to think about your PTSD.

So you and Keegan adopted a kid. Keegan felt more comfortable leaving you at home now you had things that focus on and a kid to look after.

Once the holidays came around Keegan came home for a while and came home to a quiet house. He took his shoes off and padded through the house eventually finding you holding your kid who was fast asleep on your chest.

“Hey, hun. How are you two doing?” Keegan whispered as he placed a kiss on your lips.