“Just we two.” John murmurs, a smile paired with his rosy cheeks appearing on his face as he cups your chin, staring back at you with that same romantic gaze he usually holds.

“Oww, that would be wonderful!” A voice that he can recognise as Soap’s sounds from behind you. “Three?” He grumbles, looking behind you to see him standing there.

Then Gaz steps out from behind you, “four?” His voice more confused now than ever; just as John is about to turn his head back to you another one appears. Ghost. “Five.” he sighs.

“Oh, yes. John, these are my children.” you sound fairly proud, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you introduce them.