(AN: I'm actually gonna start putting year markers on these along with age markers, it makes it less confusing for me. Enjoy the oneshot!)

Year: 2026
Books: ABH!
Catlynn and Red's Age: 25

Catlynn's POV

Every day working at the hospital feels rushed and hectic. It feels like I always have to be somewhere, to go someplace, but I just don't know where. I can never stay in one room for more than a half hour at a time, because I'm always getting paged to go to the next place. It's hectic and chaotic, but it's my job. My dream job, and I love it so much.

And today, it felt like I was in a rush to get out of the hospital. The minute my shift was over, I changed out of my scrubs and lab coat, not caring that my shirt was inside out or that I think I left one of my socks behind. It was Valentine's Day, and my wife, a stay-at-home mom to our beautiful daughter Eleanor, was waiting for me at home. 

So once I was all dressed and my hair looked somewhat decent, I hopped in my car and drove off home, stopping at the bakery on the way to pick up a batch of Red's favorite cookies. 

"Hey Red! Leni! I'm home!" I said, once I got home, slipping off my shoes. Red was laying down on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her and the TV remote laying on her stomach. I quickly kissed her and brushed some of her hair out of her face, then sat down next to her, laying her legs in my lap.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kit." Red said, sitting up and scooching closer to me. I took my wife's hand, kissed her knuckles and said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Red. I got those cookies you like!"

Red gasped and said, "Cookies?" I nodded and handed Red an oatmeal raisin cookie, which for some odd reason was her favorite, but who am I to judge? I grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and leaned on Red's chest, staring off into space and feeling my wife brush my hair with her fingers.

"Babe?"

"Yeah, Red?" 

"I have a Valentine's gift for you. Wait here, I'll go get it." Red said. I sat up and watched as Red went into our bedroom, and then came out with a small box with an orange ribbon on top.

"Babe, I love you, but I don't need any more jewelry, I steal enough necklaces from my mom, aunts, and sisters." I said, then opened the box and stared blankly at the contents.

"Is this a thermometer? You think I have a fever? You have a fever? You have the flu? Oh my God, you have the flu and I was kissing you five seconds ago! Let me make you chicken soup, you're sick, Red, go get in bed and-"

"Kit! Calm down, I don't have the flu! Look a little closer, it's not a thermometer!" 

I blinked, still confused. Then five seconds later, it hit me.

"Red...is this what I think it is?"

Red nodded, taking my hand. "Remember a few months ago, when we tried fertility treatment? Well...it worked. Kit...I'm pregnant."

I started crying happy tears and I gave Red a big hug, not being able to control my happiness. Once I let go, I put my hands on Red's stomach, looking into her chocolate brown eyes and giggling like a maniac.

"I need to tell my mom! And Shirley and Cesca, and everyone we ever knew! Oh my God, I'm so happy!" I squealed. Red got back on the couch and held her hand out, it was her silent signal that she wanted affection. 

I got back on the couch and leaned my head on Red's shoulder, taking joy in the fact that there were not two people on the couch...but three. Me, my beautiful wife, and our amazing unborn child.

In a matter of months, the McLemore-Ashley family would be a family of four.