Your Father, Keegan, finally got to take a month long break after his tiresome deployment; and so he came home to spend time with you.

You’re standing in front of him in the living room, watching as he stares up at you from his seat; your positive pregnancy test in his grip.

“Want to explain to me why this’s in your room?” Keegan asks amusedly, before he jolts out of his seat and slams the test onto the table; quickly turning furious. “Because I cannot even begin to fucking grasp why it is.”