With a tired yet happy groan, Alejandro leaned back in his seat, parking his car outside of his home with you.

He'd been gone for nearly a full year. He hadn't expected this mission to take so long, but now that it was finally over and he could return to you. And as much as he had missed you, he found it was worth it.

After a long time of gathering information and rounding them up, Los Vaqueros had managed to severely reduce the cartel's hold on Las Almas. Though it was worth it, Alejandro still dearly missed you, especially since communication had been minimum between you two for safety reasons. Even so, there had been the occasional message here and there to assure one another that you were both safe.

Though Alejandro was still a little confused about one text. If you had a son/daughter, what would you name them?

An odd thing to ask, but he didn't think much, simply answering with: Luis, after my grandfather, and Camila, after my aunt.

He was, after all, a family man, and what was more respectful than naming hypothetical kids after family?

Getting out of his car, Alejandro made his way into his home, relaxing after months apart. "Querida, I'm home!" He called out, setting his things down. When a few moments passed without a response, his heart sunk. He grabbed a pistol, searching the house worriedly.

He found you in the living room, and he relaxed, sighing, "Mi amor, couldn't you respond? You had me... worried..." He paused, staring as he finally noticed all the things in the room. Baby stuff.

And the baby in your arms.

Oh, mierda.