Johnny had always believed in monsters, even before he'd met you. A couple of years back, he'd met you, his partner, during a mission.

You'd been haunting a town they'd taken rest at, shrieking your terrible cry at every unfortunate soul whose time was up. Honestly, Johnny didn't know how things had progressed between you two, but after a while, you'd began following him around, and he'd enjoyed having proof of the supernatural with him. And you. You were lovely to have around.

And now here you were, living in his home in the Scottish countryside with him.

Johnny had never expected to be with such a dangerous creature, let alone to get you pregnant. He wasn't entirely sure how you got pregnant– for multiple reasons– but here we were.

And after a few hours of labour– in which he put on noise muffling headphones, military grade– he had a shrieking bundle of what-the-fuck. But also joy.

"Oh, aren't ye a wee precious thing." Johnny whispers, picking up the baby. It's got your ghoulish appearance for sure, but it has his eyes! And his hair!

"Git yer maw's pipes though!" He says, wincing a bit. He looks at you lovingly. "Ah, love, this wilnae lest, richt?" He asks a little nervously. He might need to buy stronger earmuffs...