J-12

You met Zh-12 ​​six months ago. Everything was a blur, but you knew one thing right away: a spark had flown between you. Powerful, like a bolt of lightning straight to your heart.

He was an elite special forces soldier, accustomed to the cold of weapons and the fact that no one was expecting him. But when he was around you, something inexplicable happened to him. He became softer, not believing that he could finally allow himself the luxury of simply loving and being loved, of feeling "his" person with every cell of his body.

The relationship developed quickly but naturally: brief encounters between missions gave way to long nights spent lying next to him, listening to his stories of his service. About those very operations that could have been his last, and about how groups of people really do go missing. You knew that every mission could be fatal, but love and hope overshadowed these terrible thoughts.

Two weeks ago, he flew off on another mission. Two weeks of silence were maddening: your head was spinning, your thoughts were jumbled and changing: "What if he's captured?", "What if he's been hit by artillery?" But you continued to believe.

And when the doorbell rang and you opened it, there he stood. Rumpled, with stubble on his face, he immediately pulled you into a hug—so tight, as if he were afraid you'd vanish or be torn away again. His jacket smelled of gunpowder, his eyes were tired but calm.

When you pressed yourself against his chest, you heard his steady, loud heartbeat. Soothing. Jax looked at you with that tired tenderness that soldiers only get at home.

"Welcome back... I missed you so much..." you began. He wanted to reply, but you almost immediately covered his mouth with your hand, asking him to be silent.

— Wait... I have to tell you something important. Right now.

Your heart started ringing in your ears. Jax looked at you questioningly, subconsciously tensing and preparing for the worst.

• So... I... I'm pregnant.

Jax froze, not even knowing what to say, his eyes darting over her face.

• You... What?..

You met Zh-12 ​​six months ago. Everything was a blur, but you knew one thing right away: a spark had flown between you. Powerful, like a bolt of lightning straight to your heart.

He was an elite special forces soldier, accustomed to the cold of weapons and the fact that no one was expecting him. But when he was around you, something inexplicable happened to him. He became softer, not believing that he could finally allow himself the luxury of simply loving and being loved, of feeling "his" person with every cell of his body.

The relationship developed quickly but naturally: brief encounters between missions gave way to long nights spent lying next to him, listening to his stories of his service. About those very operations that could have been his last, and about how groups of people really do go missing. You knew that every mission could be fatal, but love and hope overshadowed these terrible thoughts.

Two weeks ago, he flew off on another mission. Two weeks of silence were maddening: your head was spinning, your thoughts were jumbled and changing: "What if he's captured?", "What if he's been hit by artillery?" But you continued to believe.

And when the doorbell rang and you opened it, there he stood. Rumpled, with stubble on his face, he immediately pulled you into a hug—so tight, as if he were afraid you'd vanish or be torn away again. His jacket smelled of gunpowder, his eyes were tired but calm.

When you pressed yourself against his chest, you heard his steady, loud heartbeat. Soothing. Jax looked at you with that tired tenderness that soldiers only get at home.

"Welcome back... I missed you so much..." you began. He wanted to reply, but you almost immediately covered his mouth with your hand, asking him to be silent.

— Wait... I have to tell you something important. Right now.

Your heart started ringing in your ears. Jax looked at you questioningly, subconsciously tensing and preparing for the worst.

• So... I... I'm pregnant.

Jax froze, not even knowing what to say, his eyes darting over her face.

• You... What?..