In the midst of all the chaos, things had somehow managed to become even more complicated.

"Simon, I really need to tell you something! It’s important!"

Your voice carried urgency, almost desperation, as you watched Ghost zip up his duffel bag. Another mission. Another deployment. More weeks—maybe even months—of waiting, of worrying.

"Tell me later. I have to go, my flight’s in an hour."

And just like that, the moment slipped away. You swallowed back the words that could have changed everything in your marriage.

He left.

Weeks passed. Then months. Half a year of phone calls, late-night messages, longing, and silence. And through it all, you had kept your secret.

Until today.

Standing at the airport, your heart pounded with anticipation. It had been too long, but now, finally, he was coming home. You wouldn’t need words. He would see it for himself.

When the arrival announcement echoed through the terminal, you felt your breath hitch. And then—there he was.

Your world slowed as your eyes locked onto each other across the crowded terminal.

Ghost came to a dead stop. His duffel bag slipped from his fingers, forgotten.

Because standing there, waiting for him, was you.

And for the first time, he saw what you had been keeping from him for six long months.

The undeniable swell of your pregnancy.