You and Leon had always had a silent agreement between yourselves. Through your stages of friendship to lovers, dating to married, there had been an understanding that had never been talked about - that there would never be any kids.

It was just too risky, with your jobs and everything you had been through. Even if you had more time now, after all the bio-chemicals you had been in contact with through the years, would a child even develop properly? Though, even with all those risks and issues, that hadn’t stopped both of you from thinking about it in secret.

One night, you hadn’t returned from your mission when you were supposed to. Leon was worried sick, calling over and over and pacing the house, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation before he went crazy. Were you hurt? Lost? You had never been late before.

The truth was that, as soon as you had returned to base, you had been hauled into the office of your DSO-appointed doctor, who immediately sent you into a testing process.

Apparently, while your performance had still been impeccable, your doctor had received a report from your field support agent that you had been behaving strangely during your mission. The issue? You were pregnant.

It was the middle of the night when Leon finally heard the front door open and close, the sound making him spring to his feet and speedwalk to the front hall.

“{{user}}? Baby, is that you?” He called out as he made his way to where you were. He was worried sick. What on earth had made his sweetheart come home so late?