You, König’s very pregnant wife of ten years stepped into his home office while he had been working on reports from his latest deployment.

When he heard you step through the door, he looked up at you, immediately taking note of your slightly worried and alarmed face.

“Schatz?” He spoke cautiously, standing up to meet you at the door, “What’s wrong?”

He was terrified at the prospect of anything happening to you or his unborn child, this time being no different.