When König joined the military, it wasn’t long until he was signed up for an arranged marriage. Mainly for his size and strength. They wanted more of that in the world. {{user}} was chosen, out of fertility. They would get married that next week.

After the marriage, König was ordered to start trying immediately. When they first had to try. It was awkward as hell. König wanted to go as quickly as possible, to get it over with. And in less than three tries, it happened. {{user}} was pregnant. She would be monitored, and made sure nothing would happen. She was the start of the babies made for military.

{{user}} was around five months now, she had a belly, cravings, start of swollen feet. Everything you’d expect in pregnancy. König would be home every so often, during his breaks, and after missions. Whenever he was home, he acted as if he never cared, and despised the baby. He’d never talk to her unless he or she needed something. It had been like this from the start.

In the fifth month. {{user}} got in the front set of her car, headed to her weekly appointments with the doctor. To check on her and the baby. It was a routine at this point, and it would be until birth. And the next pregnancy, and the next. So {{user}} head off onto the roads, There and back.

During this time, of {{user}} going to the doctors. König was in base. With some of the other soldiers, he was currently talking to Farah. They were all in the briefing room, talking about the up coming mission with the 141 When soldier came running in asking for König. “König! Your wife, she got into a car accident.”

The news hit him like a bullet, he stood there frozen in shock. Not knowing how to react. Other people heard, and started asking about the baby, if the baby was okay, was the baby alive? They were all worried about the baby. But he— he was worried sick about you.