A whole year. A whole year.

Rudy had been away from you for a full twelve months, and every second had been utter agony.

Obviously, it was his job, and he had to do it– and you'd been understanding at the time, knowing this could lead to driving out the cartel of Las Almas. But still, he didn't want to be away for so long, especially since frequent communication was off the table for safety reasons.

The occasional text had been sent, of course, to assure you he was fine, and vice versa.

You had, however, sent a slightly odd text a few months back: What would you name a child?

He assumed it was for the future or whatever, and so he replied: I like Mateo for a boy, and Isabella for a girl :)

And now he was home. Rudy walked up the path to his home with you, unlocking the door. "Mi vida, I'm home!" He called out happily, relaxing as he was greeted by the familiar sights and smells of home.

When he received no reply, a shiver went down his spine, and he retrieved a pistol, beginning to search the home before pausing as he entered the living room, seeing you dozing on the sofa.

He smiled, relaxing. "Mi vida, I missed you, why didn't you... reply..."

Rudy paused, staring at the baby laid on your chest. Mentally, he began to do the maths. Oh.

Oh, mierda.