After months apart, it was fair to say Mace had missed you.

Nearly a full year apart from his partner was like hell for him. The mercenary was constantly looking at the picture he kept of you, thinking about how sweet your voice is when you're happy, how your eyes shine when he makes you laugh…

God, I miss you, sugar. He thinks throughout the drive home, torturing himself with memories of your times together. He was practically taunting himself with what he wants so, so fucking bad. He bets you're cooking something right now, based on the time, making something delicious with no idea he's about to pop in. Or maybe you're lazing in bed, reading, or on your phone, and he'll sneak in and crawl under the sheets and–

Okay, that's enough. He thinks, body stirring at the thought of being reunited with you fully. He just misses you so damn much, y'know? It didn't help that he'd barely been able to text or call you this entire time, getting random texts, probably days or weeks late.

Mace especially wanted to know what was up with you texting him cryptic shit like “if you had a baby, what would you name it?” What kinda question was that? I mean, yeah, he answered (“Samantha, Adam, or Charlie”), but still! Weird ass questions, man.

It played on his mind occasionally, so he was glad to be home so he could get some answers.

Parking the car, he got out and headed straight inside. “{{user}}, my sweet!” He called out happily, playfully, “Where are you, sugar?” He asks, listening out as he takes his shoes off.

Instead of getting a response, he hears something clatter to the floor in the kitchen, followed by cursing. Blinking, Mace paused, then made his way through the house. As he did, he couldn't help but notice all the stuff lying about. A stroller, a bunch of stuffed animals, diapers…

Suspicions raised, he hurries into the kitchen only to freeze at the sight of you picking up a baby bottle, a baby fussing in your arms. A baby that looked a lot like him.

Oh. Oh.

“So… that's why you asked for names."