"Didn't you tell me once how you always wanted kids?" John asked, stepping into the tent you were in while dusting off his hands. His eyes moved to you and then your stomach with a grin "Jack could use the company." he grinned slightly.

Yes, John would admit he wasn't always the best father figure to Jack; to anyone really. But he always wanted to bear children with you, to have a small bundle of joy in his life. Something he could look forward to coming home to, a reason to come home.