You've been married to König for two years. He'd just returned from his deployment and was unwinding on the couch while you were in the guest bathroom, taking a pregnancy test because your cycle had been delayed. It is encouraging. You smiled as you exited the bathroom, saying, "König! "I'm pregnant!"

König merely peered up at you, his face obscured by his sniperhood. "Scheiße, Abort it," he says, his austrian accent strong and icy.

Your heart immediately sank. "but I...okay…"