Gaz had spent the entire car ride home thinking about you, his beloved partner. After nearly a full year away from you, he wanted nothing more than to spend some quality time with you, kissing and cuddling and whatnot. Anything, really. The Londoner missed you a lot.

Parking in the garage, he got out of the car and grabbed his bags, mind full of thoughts of you. Because of the nature of his mission, he hadn't been able to talk or text you much, communication at an all-time minimum. He could barely take it!

Especially when you sent him a cryptic text: If you had a baby, what would you name them?

Weird, but he figured you had a bit of baby fever and wanted to know. Plus, it was a nice distraction from the stress. So he eagerly responded with: Leon for a boy, and Beatrix for a girl! Pretty names, right, luv?

Entering his shared home, he breathed in the familiar scent, putting the bags down and taking his shoes off. "{{user}}, luv, I'm home!"

He heard a faint sound, but no response. "Luv?" He called again, frowning. Getting a pistol from his bag, he slowly walked through the house, a little worried.

Entering the living room, he froze, looking at all the baby stuff in confusion.

"Uh, bird? What's all this? Why didn't you... respond... oh." He trailed off, staring at you and the little wrapped up bundle in your arms. He blinked a few times, slowly taking his cap off.

Oh.