You sat on the porch of Denver house with Connor. A cool autumn breeze blew, making some dead leaves shuffle along the path leading to the house, the sun was just hidden behind the rain clouds, that would no doubt burst soon. A storm seemed to be on its way, or at least Connor had said so. Resting your head on his shoulder you smiled down at you belly. You had become pregnant with him only a few months after your marriage, and though it had been scary at first, Connor's kindness had soon put you at ease. You had worked with him as an assassin before you had married him. Having always planned to continue being a assassin, your new little addition, however, meant that was no longer your path. "I wonder if it shall be a boy or a girl." You muttered.
Connor stroked the bump gently. "I don't think it matters, so long as you and the child are safe and healthy." He looked to you, his dark eyes meeting yours.
"Agreed. And it looks like you were right about th