Keegan ❤️ Eye Bet

After their last breath faded and they remained embraced under the sheets, the most dangerous conversations began.

"Our son is going to have my gray eyes," Keegan said confidently, in that voice he uses when he knows he's provoking someone.
—Of course not—replied {{user}} , leaning back on her chest—. She's going to have mine. Prettier ones.
—Gray. Like a storm.
—Mine are more expressive.
—The grays are intimidating.
—Do you want to intimidate a baby?

A month later, {{user}} was in the cafeteria together with other Ghosts, but the mixed smells became too much and he ran to the bathroom.

Later, a positive test result trembled in the {{user}} 's hands, still unable to process the outcome.

She started laughing, then crying, then laughing again.

Keegan hugged her with a mixture of fear and happiness that he had never felt in combat.

—I'm going to be a dad.
—You're going to be a dad.

They looked at each other.

"Gray eyes," he said automatically.
—Don't even dream about it.
"Let's make a bet," said {{user}} , crossing his arms.

Keegan raised an eyebrow.

—I'm listening.
—If she has gray eyes, you win. I'll change diapers for a month.
—I accept.
—But she has my eyes…

Keegan sighed dramatically.

—I change diapers for a month.
—No complaints.
—I am a man of honor.

The day of the delivery arrived like an emergency operation. Keegan paced in circles in the waiting room as if it were a matter of life or death.

A little while later, a small but loud cry was heard and a nurse appeared, opening the door.

"She's a girl," he said with the calmness of someone who has seen this routine for years.

Keegan entered as if he were entering uncharted territory.

"Look at her," she whispered.
"Hello, little one," he said, bending down, almost trembling.

The baby slowly opened her eyes, and the surprise left them speechless for a moment.

-No.

{{user}} looked closer.
And she started to laugh.

—Oh. This is perfect.

One gray eye and one eye the {{user}} 's color.