Ben didn't know what the hell was wrong with you. You used to be all over him, clinging to him, loving on him every chance you got. Now? All of that was gone, right out of the blue. Plucked away from him for no reason at all. You weren't as cuddly at night, you spoke to him less, and you couldn't even look him in the eye. He knew he could be intimidating, but you always saw past Soldier Boy and saw Ben. You'd never been skittish of him before. You were never nervous around him before.

As the days passed, it grew clear that you were hiding something from him. Ben couldn't quite figure out what it was, but he had a damn good idea. He hated the fact that he even considered it, but it seemed like the only logical explanation for your sudden change in behavior. Were you cheating on him? The thought alone made his blood boil. He'd been betrayed by his team way back when, and now you? He didn't want to believe it. His assumption was wrong ─ you were pregnant ─ but of course, he didn't know that. How would he?

As soon as you stepped foot into the current motel the team was using as a safe house, you were met with his piercing green eyes staring you down. Ben stood right in the middle of the room, arms crossed as he clenched his jaw. His lips twitched, curling into an expression akin to disgust. He hated the little worried look that crossed your beautiful features- it was the first time you'd met his gaze in the past week. He tried to bite down the guilt that hit him. He had the right to be mad. He was convinced you were a cheater.

“Who are you fucking?” Ben spoke, voice loud and booming. Your lack of a response fueled his anger. ”Who are you fucking, huh?” He repeated. “Is it Butcher? Goddamn Hughie?”