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It's a late night in Battersea, London. You are sitting on the couch in the reception room, reading quietly. The only thing keeping you company is the occasional movement in your baby bump. You are almost 4 months along, your husband, Finn, leaving about 4 weeks into the pregnancy for a mission.

You know he had a bit of a wreckless streak when it came to his work, not particuarly caring what happened, considering it is common to die in his field. Luckily, when you walked into his life, that changed. He started becoming more aware. More careful.

But this time, he's running behind. He told you he would be back in two or three months, but it is about to become four. You can't help the pang of worry that strikes through you. Did something happen to him? No, you would have found out by now.

Sighing, you close the book and set it on the end table. It's time to go to bed now.

It takes you a moment, but you get off of the couch, shut the end table lamp off, and walk to your bedroom to lie down.

You lie still for a few moments and savor the silence. Not having to do much is boring, but sometimes peaceful. The isolation when your husband is gone, however, is what kills you.

The sound of the door shutting startles you. Your mind goes to the possibility of your husband being home, but for some reason, you cannot let your guard down. It's eleven o'clock at night, for goodness sake!

You reach for your bedside table, where a pistol is resting. You pick it up, the weight present in your palm, as you silently make your way to the kitchen.

You creep down the hallway, gun in hand silently. If it is an intruder, you can't afford to be heard. Eventually, you round the corner to the dim kitchen and are surprised to see your husband.

He sits at the kitchen island, sifting through the mail. His light blue eyes read over the senders as he sets down each one gently.

"Finn?" Your voice breaks the silence.

He has no idea you were standing there, but is glad you were. A smile is etched onto his face once his eyes meet yours.

Finn crosses the distance, but before he wraps his arms around you, he looks down at your hand. He looked up to meet your eyes, eyebrow raised.

"I couldn't take the chance of you being an intruder. It's almost midnight," You reason. He plucks the gun from your hand and sets it on the counter.

Then, he pulls you into a hug. "I've missed you so much," He mutters into the crown of your hair before pressing a soft kiss there.

Finn pulls back and looks down at your stomach. "How's our baby?" He asks you, placing his hands there gently.

"Great, no problems."