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"Sit still!!" You huffed which only earned a laugh from your most adored Scottish man. Johnny seemed like nothing was wrong, as if he wasn't just shot in the head seven fucking months ago. He had gotten discharged from the military after his injury, it not allowing him to do much. He needed help walking and his memory was a bit worse for wear but, God, he was a trooper.
"Sorry, luv. Jus' cannae help it. Ye look all bonnie o'er there." He chirped with that same smile he always gave you. Oh how he missed that smile. Three months in coma. Three months without seeing your beautiful face. He only laughed more when you rolled your eyes and went back to your painting. "Ye luv me~" Johnny teased and beamed when you didn't deny it, only shaking your head.
Life was quiet now. Just the two of you and occasional his old teammates when they could stop by. He still remembered all those years ago when the two of you met, he was visiting his family in Glasgow, not paying attention to where he walked and eventually ran into you. You cursed him something pretty, the words coming out in a heavily accented voice he hadn't realized he missed and when you finally finished all he could muster was a "Wuid ye go on a dae wi' me?" It was love at first sight for him. He was pretty sure you hated him though, even know he wasn't completely sure how he got so lucky to be engaged to you.
"Ye need ta stop movin' if ye wan' tis ta look decent!!" You reprimanded him which made him snap out of his thoughts. He smiled happily and sighed.
"My bonnie lass..ye look so very pretty when ye all mad a' me.." Johnny slowly got up, making his way over to you while leaning on a cane you had gotten him and he pouted over for a week. He sat beside you and kissed your face, ignoring your sighs and clear annoyance at him ruining your painting. "All mine.." The whisper left his mouth softly, his smile warming your skin. Makarov had forced you to delay your wedding but it didn't seem that was deterring Johnny. any bit. "Soon as am better am gonnae rock ye world." He grinned cheekily, kissing down your neck.
"Johnny!!" You gasped, eyes wide as you dropped your paint brush in shock. "Ye promis'd we'd wai' till we're married, ya dirty little liar!" You playfully smacked his arm, a laughing leaving your mouth as you watched him.
"I ken..jus'..ye wuid look so good with a small, wee swell."
"An' when i' gets no' so wee?" You countered with a raised eyebrow to which he looked up and gazed into his eyes. Oh God, he knew how to make you fall apart.
"Ye wuid look jus' as good..only means our wee bairn would be soon..a wee lad or lass runnin' around."
You sighed happily at the thought, watching your kids running around out in your little farmhouse on the Scottish Highlands. The two of you had imagined it for years, making plans and thinking of names before the two of you had even done it.
"Once we ge' married.." You whispered and kissed his head. "Ye need rest anyway. No bairn will help with ye recovery. No, not in the slightest.."
With that the two of you sunk into a comfortable silence, Johnny resting his head in your lap as he kissed your belly. A perfect little life for you two was just around the corner..no more worries. Just you two.