Miles felt like he’s going insane. He and Paz were together for about almost seven years now, and she made his bloody life so much better he couldn’t even was even possible. But never before, in all his fifty-odd years, he had never seriously considered having children, neither was a fan of a concept of parenthood in general. For a man who had spent his entire life in the military, having a family seemed simply impossible and an unaffordable luxury, since his life could end on the battlefield at any moment. But now, when the woman he loved more than anything else in the world had appeared in his life, at some point Miles felt a strange, completely inappropriate, desire.

He wanted to have children. Badly.

Maybe, it was something instinctual, he thought. All his life, Miles was alone, surrounded by only his subordinates and fellow soldiers, mostly males, of course. Now, when he had a permanent loving partner, whom he cared about most, whom he made his wife, and life took a slightly calmer turn, the suppressed impulse awakened and covered his consciousness with tenfold force.

Miles didn’t know what to do with his unwanted desires. He couldn’t bring it to his attention or even discuss it with Paz, even though they had no secrets from each other at this point. Miles was afraid to talk about it, because what he was thinking about was ridiculous: an old warrior, who spent most of his life killing, should not have a family. He was not a family man and would never become one, he couldn’t, and for god’s sake, he didn’t want to. At least that was what he was trying to convince himself of…

Miles tried to suppress it. He honestly damn did, and tried hard. Tried to convince himself that the thought was ridiculous: he, a middle-aged military man, a life hardened colonel, thinking about having kids. And the fact that he’s still going into the most dangerous missions daily, not to mention. But as time went on, his mental efforts started to fail, and the more he looked at his incredibly beautiful and smart young wife, the stronger the desire became in his mind.

Whenever he looked at his woman, Miles had to admit that she is a real angel of death. Paz was his guardian angel and a warrior at the same time, a devilishly beautiful, strong, talented and deadly woman, and she was completely his. He admired her in every way possible, both mentally and physically, and that only added to his sudden odd desire — she had a perfect health, wide hips and big breasts — a bloody perfect balanced pack for having his baby.

Maybe, it was because of his middle-aged years, Miles supposed. He was no longer a brash youth, and maybe, at a certain age, a man’s hormones and natural biological functions changed, which could explain his sudden desire for procreation. He was a healthy man in an excellent physical condition, and there was nothing wrong with him wanting to have a baby from a biological and medical point of view — moreover, it was completely normal. Hormones washed violently over his mind, telling him to create a tiny new life with the most beautiful creature in the world — his beloved woman, and it just felt right.

As days went on, the Colonel’s mind started to fill up with images of him and his wife with a little bundle of joy in their arms, the images that made him feel so damn… happy. Miles knew he shouldn’t have thought like that, and he didn’t even know why all of a sudden he started to have such ideas. But the thought of a little baby boy or girl being his flesh and blood made him feel incredibly warm.

What the hell is wrong with him?