Call of Duty OneShots

Makarov- Wishful Thinking

Y/n had always dreamed of being a mother, of raising a child with the one she loved. The only problem was the one she loved had a dangerous job, and was an even more so dangerous man. Vladimir had always told her that he would never wish to raise a child with the career he led, if you could call it a career.

Every time he told her those words, her heart would break a little more inside. Her dreams of being a mother being put on hold due to his job, which she never neccesarily liked. The days that he would come home with tattered clothes, or covered in blood that was never his own took a toll on her deep down but of course she would never tell him that.

He loved her dearly, that she knew better than anyone. She was his everything, and god forbid if anyone tried to touch her.

She decided to have a conversation with him about the topic again, and even though she knew it would end in an argument, she just couldn't push her dream down all because of his job. They were both capable of protecting their child, right?

Soft music plays throughout the house as Y/n cooks dinner, the smell of homeade Fried Chicken drifts through. She pauses with her hands in the batter as she hears the sound of Vladimir's boots scuffing across front door entrance, her heart thudding as her nerves tingle with the thought of the conversation shes going to be having with him.

She continues covering the chicken in the mix, waiting for him to enter the kitchen so she could ask about his day. As he enters, she notices the exhaustion in his eyes. A rough day, shes sure of.

"Hey honey, how was work?"

She gives him a gentle smile, as always when he comes home, despite whatever mood he might of been in.

"Same as yesterday, Task Force 141 is still trying to hunt me down."

She slowly nods as she focuses on putting the chicken into the skillet to fry. She could feel his eyes on her while she went about her busniess, his gaze was loving sure, but it was like he could see the turmoil in her mind. He didn't ask about it yet though, which she was very thankful for. She was able to finish cooking while avoiding his gaze as she sets the table, making his plate as she always did.

She sat down across from him with a soft smile, waiting for him to take a bite. He doesn't.

"What's on your mind? I can see the tension in your face with your brows furrowed like that."

She sighs as she looks down at her lap and fiddles with her fingers. She knew this wouldn't go as she planned it, and she never knew why she tried anymore but she wouldn't stop.

"I want us to try for a baby."

She looks up to see his reaction to her statement, worried what it might be. Her heart dropped as she seen the scowl on his face, and it plummeted when he slammed his hand onto the table.

"How many times have I told you that we are NOT having a baby?! You can just give up that stupid little dream."

She looked away from him as tears began to trickle down her cheeks, her face painted with heartache. She gently pushes away from the table as her socked feet patter to the bedroom and she shuts the door. He didn't quite understand why she was so upset yet as he ate his dinner in an annoyed manner. It was good, it always was when she cooked for him but he didn't have the chance to tell her that right now.

His mind was turning over her reaction, and he was slowly starting to understand that a baby was something she always wished for, and she wanted one with him because she loved him that much to sacrifice her body. He worried his job would put any child they had in danger, or that he wouldn't be a fit father due to his reputation.
He finished his dinner as he looked down at her untouched plate, that had now turned cold. He had hurt her feelings to the point she didn't want to eat anything and that set an uneasy feeling in his chest. He washed the dishes and cleaned up the table, just so she wouldn't have that burden in the morning especially after he was the one that hurt her the way he did.

He made his way to their bedroom door as his knuckles gently tapped upon it.

"Y/n, can I come in?"

Her voice sounded so hurt when she gave him permission to come in, and it made his heart ache at the thought that he had hurt her to the point of that.

He pushed open the door to see her sitting on the bed with her knees tucked to her chest, with tears still running down her cheeks. It was always a wonder how someone's eyes could look so beautiful when they cried. He walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed and put a gentle hand on her knee.

"If you think it's a good idea for us to have a baby, we can try."

She looks up at him in surprise and slight skepticism, because he had never agreed in anyway to her wish to start a family.

"Are you serious? I don't think my heart could handle a joke."

He gives her a soft smile and leans in to kiss her cheek.

"Lets start a family, babe."

Wishful thinking actually wasn't entirely wishful sometimes.