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June was sprawled on the couch, limbs hanging in all directions and looking most ungraceful, but she was so tired she didn't even want to move. Not even to reach over and grab the TV remote to change the channel, which was currently showing an episode of Sesame Street. Why they were still showing Sesame Street at 1 am left her clueless, but she was too tired to think of it much. Taking care of a hyperactive two year old with a knack for finding all the hidden weapons in the house was a truly exhausting task, especially alone.

June sighed, thinking of Eggsy. He'd been gone for three weeks and four days now, off on a mission for Kingsman in Sudan. Although she had retired from the spy profession at the birth of her daughter, Eggsy had not, so he could continue supporting his wife and child.

June knew the danger Eggsy faced every day, she had faced it too until almost three years ago. Although she knew that Eggsy was a more than capable agent, she still worried about him. However, she knew he loved what he did and she wasn't going to stop her husband from doing his job, the same way she wouldn't want him to stop her from doing her own job.

Suddenly, a noise came from the hall. She knew that it wasn't her daughter because she would have seen her tumble down the stairs like the little ball of energy she was. Forgetting at once about her weariness, June kicked into "Angry Mother Hen that was trained to kill people with a spoon" mode. Looking around her for a weapon, seeing as she would make too much noise fetching the loaded gun strapped to the back of the TV, she improvised and grabbed a lamp. Silently making her way to the front door (thanks to her fuzzy socks that glided on the wooden floors), she saw a figure in the dark. She immediately sprang into deadly action.

Jumping on the crouching person untying their shoelaces, she tackled them to the ground, immediately tying up their hands with the lamp's electric cord behind their back. She then flipped the person over, immobilizing them by sitting on them, to reveal the disheveled face of...Eggsy.

"Hello Darling," he said, smirking at his wife's blush visible in the semi-darkness as she realized her embarrassing mistake. "I am sorry everything took so long, but I was a bit...tied up at work," he added, thinking his pun very clever.

June rolled her eyes and slapped his arm playfully. "You didn't think to say, 'Hello sweetheart, it's me, not some psychotic murderer after the life of you and your small child'? I could have bloody well killed you!"

"I wanted to surprise you," Eggsy responded simply, and she felt her frustration melt away at her husband's sweetness. "Do I get a welcome home kiss?" He added and June smiled, complying to his request.

She bent her head down and captured his lips with hers, incredibly happy to have her love home. After a few minutes of reunion snogging, she broke the kiss, smiling. "Would you like me to untie you?" She asked him sheepishly.

Eggsy smiled at her. "Alas," he showed her his two hands, free of the lamp cord, "I am simply too good a spy for you, love. Had I been a psychotic murderer, as you put it, you would be dead."

June, slightly miffed that he had managed to escape the rather decent knot she had made, still managed to reply. "Yes, well, had I not been distracted, I would definitely not have let you untie yourself," she told him as he sat up.

The two looked at each other a moment, and simultaneously moved, wrapping their arms around the other in a heartfelt hug. "I'm so glad you're home," June breathed into his shoulder, his scent (a combination of his spicy cologne and gunpowder) comforting her with its familiarity.

"Me too," he responded in a whisper, rubbing circles in her back. "How's Max?" He asked, and she could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Our little girl is absolutely fantastic. She's a tornado, zooming about the house all day, and she inherited your gymnastics skills too, I caught her dangling upside down from the swing set at the park the other day. The other moms thought I was an irresponsible parent," she laughed. "You should have seen their faces when Max slipped and I dived and rolled in the sand to catch her."

Eggsy chuckled. "Is she asleep?"

"Yes, and it took forever for her to finally get to bed, so if she knows Daddy's home she'll never go back to sleep. So you'll have to wait until morning," June told him firmly, even though his disappointed pout almost made her change her mind.

"Alright," he finally said, slightly dejected. "Let's go to bed then."

*FLASH FORWARD IN TIME AND SPACE TO ABOUT 3:30 AM, STILL AT THE UNWIN RESIDENCE*

June twisted around in her sleep, flipping her arm around. Suddenly she woke up, confused as to why. But then she remembered that when she did this, she would usually smack Eggsy in the face, and he would groan in his sleep. However, she was met with only silence. Opening her eyes and feeling the mattress for her husband, she realized he was gone.

She wondered if maybe she had only dreamed that he had come back, and that he was actually still in Sudan. With a heavy sigh, she got up from the bed and staggered to the light switch. Flicking it on, she realized she hadn't dreamed because of the mess Eggsy had already managed to create in their room, with his dress shirt thrown carelessly over the back of the chair, one shoe on the desk and the other propping a book up on the nightstand, his suitcase open in the centre of the room and clothes spilling out of it. She wondered how she had not tripped over anything and died on her way to light.

However, all this meant that Eggsy had returned. So where was he?

She walked out of the bedroom, one of Eggsy's old shirts serving as her nightgown, and saw a light streaming out of Max's room. If he had woken their daughter, she would murder him. With a pencil.

Tip toeing to the doorway and cracking it open, she was met with one of the most adorable sights she had ever witnessed.

Eggsy was cradling little Max in his arms, and she looked so small compared to him. He was holding her incredibly gently, as if scared to break her. And softly, with his quietest and softest voice, he was singing to her.

"Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight

I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small,
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always"

With that, he stopped, gently kissing her forehead and putting her back in her little bed. Gazing at her, he said solemnly and with a voice filled with absolute love, "I will always protect you, Max. My little Maximum Unwin. I'll always be here for you and for your mum, because I love you two more than anything else in the world. Even if I'm far away, the two of you are always in my heart."

With that, he turned around, finally seeing June for the first time since she'd been standing there. He rushed to her and gently shut the door behind him. "I'm sorry, I know you told me not to wake her up, but she was crying in her sleep, having a nightmare. You were so tired, I didn't want to wake you up, so I went. I'm sorry, but she-" he tried to explain, not having noticed the tears he had brought to June's eyes.

She didn't let him finish his unneeded apology, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his gently in a chaste and pure kiss, pulling away a moment later.

"You are the most wonderful and amazing husband I could ever ask for, and the most caring and incredible father Maximum could have ever had," June said to him. "I love you."

Eggsy smiled, his cheeks slightly red with timidity because his wife had heard him sing, but replied immediately, "I love you too."

For a few minutes, they just stood in the dark hallway only illuminated by a small nightlight, staring into each other's glittering eyes. Eggsy's hand stroked June's cheek gently, and she was tracing her thumb over his hand, knowing it relaxed him.

"You sing beautifully," June finally said. "I never knew. I'd like it if you sang for me sometimes."

"I'd love that," Eggsy said, taking her hand in his and walking with her back to bed, where he lulled her to sleep with a soft melody.

Alright. I am sorry. This one was so short. And I am not sure I really like it. But I tried. Anyway, I'm sorry about how scarce updates have been, but school has started and the teachers seemed to have decided to drown us in homework.

I'm so grateful to all the people who read this, who comment, who vote, it always makes my day to know people actually like this. I love you all.

-Helen