One would imagine that after seeing so many horrors, cleaning up after them, and repeating that process, he would be prepared for everything. Come on, the man has flew a plane by himself even with his astronomical fear of heights.

So who would've know that the thing that has him feeling like he's in real danger is finding out the love of his life, the apple of his eye, his sweet lover is now pregnant with their first one. Not only that, but the agency had to break the news to him during a mission since you were feeling very sick.

He finished cleaning in less than an hour, taking the first train towards the small town you both live in and open the door, panting and locking it behind him as if he was being chased by hungry bears.

You looked up from your seat on the couch, your cat on your lap purring and protecting you while Mark was away. Your hands left your knitting project in the coffee table as you looked at him with big eyes, nervous by how he would react.

But Mark was more than happy to see you, kneeling in front of you on the couch, kissing your belly with adoration and looking up at your while holding your right hand, tracing the rin on your finger with such gentleness that you felt like porcelain.

"My love, how? When? Are you alright?" His voice urged you to tell him everything, already making plans to ask for a period off the agency so he could take care of you and make sure you wouldn't be in danger, or at least have one of the assassins from there to guard your house 24/7 if he had to leave.