₊˚.༄ 1964, Massachusetts

Kit had married you two and a half years ago—it made the both of you the happiest couple on earth. Kit was thrilled to have you with him for the rest of his life, but he was also thrilled to be able to make a family with you. It would be the most perfect thing; a loving spouse, a kid or two or more, maybe even a dog. He couldn’t wait for it to happen. It was the most thing when he would start rambling to you about future plans together. So, you had decided to cross the first check off—have a baby.

Kit was currently making a plate of snacks for you with all your cravings on them, the sun had already set and his shift had ended. Kit hummed to himself as the music played on the small radio. He made sure everything was exactly as you wanted it; then you hobbled your way into the kitchen, your water broken. Kit turned to stare at you in confusion before his eyes lit up in surprise.

“Sugar? Did it just—oh, is the baby coming? Oh shit, hold on!” Kit started putting things away frantically, an excited haste to his movements.