Having a young child, while being an FBI agent was no easy feat. Will, however, was the best dad any kid could ever ask for. You both agreed that you would wait for a while before even thinking about trying for another baby, due to the stressful nature of your job and him wanting to dedicate more time to the police department as Henry grows.

However, you were on the way back to D.C when you began to feel nauseous. You shrugged it off, thinking that the long case combined with the jet ride was just messing with your stomach. By the time you got home, Henry was asleep, so you didn’t have to worry about him.

You poured yourself a glass of water and pulled out a sleeve of graham crackers from the drawer. When you were pregnant with Henry, those crackers seemed to be the only thing that could settle your stomach.

Will had seemingly heard your rustling, so he went to the kitchen and saw you leaning against the counter, absentmindedly shovelling crackers into your mouth. A soft, wholesome smile grew on his face as he stared at you.

“..Am I getting another son?” he asked, chuckling with amusement and a hint of disbelief.