The sound of crying filled the air causing Johnny to spring upright from the bed. He looked over at you seeing you were taking a much needed nap after sat night. Hell, he had just been woken up from his. Johnny stood up, leaving the room as quietly as he could before making his way to the next room.

A pastel blue and tan nursery came into view as he stood over a crib. He let out a soft laugh as he looked down into it. His 3-month old son stared right back up at him. An almost exact replica of him if it wasn’t for the fact you had given him your nose and hair color.

“You’re gonna wake up your mum, big guy.”

He reached inside and hoisted the bundle into his arms, holding him close. The baby’s head on his shoulder as he supported the head and bottom while kissing his crown.

He made his way to the living room, basked in a soft glow of light as he rocked the baby and stared out the window. He was genuinely happy for once, no missions or anything. Nothing to cause harm… hopefully.