Roxy rolled over in bed, looking for the warmth of Eggsy's chest to curl up against. Her hands found empty sheets.

"Eggsy?" she whispered, sitting up immediately. The last time this had happened, her husband had been called away for a mission in Belize. And he'd been gone a week before he'd been able to contact her.

She touched the sheets again; still warm, so he couldn't have been gone long.

She sighed, and hoping it wasn't a nightmare that had woken up her Eggsy, pulled on a sweatshirt that was resting on the dresser and padded out of the bedroom.

Their house was dark, save for the soft light coming from the room right next to the master bedroom.

A soft smile formed on Roxy's lips. She should've known that's where he would be.

Roxy pulled the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt over her hands and leaned against the doorframe, being as quiet as possible.

Eggsy hadn't noticed her since he was too absorbed in watching their days-old daughter.

"Jesus," he mumbled, "I can't bloody believe you're actually 'ere."

Roxy's heart melted as Eggsy dropped one hand into the crib and stroked Emilia's rosy cheek with the back of his knuckle.

"You're jus' perfect," he grinned, completely mesmerized by the way the infant's tiny mouth puckered up.

"You could've just waited to see her at the 3 a.m. feeding," Roxy laughed quietly.

Eggsy, to his credit, didn't startle when Roxy's voice broke the silence. Instead, he turned slightly, resting his forearms on the rail of the crib.

"She's jus'..." he trailed off and shrugged, "I can't stop lookin'."

Roxy shuffled over to tuck her body against his, "Oh, I know exactly what you mean."

She twisted the fingers of one hand with Eggsy's and leaned against his chest as they both looked down at their daughter.

Eggsy's free hand moved to rest at her waist, thumb stroking at the extra bit of weight that still was there.

"I don't wanna leave you two," Eggsy said, leaning his chin on the top of Roxy's head.

She knew he didn't mean just temporarily for missions.

Roxy squeezed his hand, "You won't."

Eggsy sighed and Roxy could feel the tension in his body.

"Look at our daughter," Roxy whispered, her own gaze falling on Emilia.

Roxy could feel Eggsy's chin move and she knew he was looking too.

"She's the best thing we've ever done and I *know* you won't leave us," Roxy turned in Eggsy's arms to look up at him, "Eggsy, we're careful. Emilia and any other siblings she ever has will grow up with both of us around."

Eggsy's eyes were suspiciously wet, "Jus' don't wanna be like my da."

Roxy reached up to cup his face, "You won't. I won't let you."

Eggsy leaned down to give Roxy a peck on the lips, "Good thing you're stubborn."

Roxy laughed against his chest, "Arse."

"Aw, go on," Eggsy poked her side and then slid his gaze to look at Emilia.

The tiny baby was beginning to wake up. Her little lips were opening and closing and her fists were waving in the air.

"Breakfast time, innit?" Eggsy tilted his chin at the baby. He slipped his hands under Emilia's neck and back, lifting her to his bare chest. He cradled her carefully, as if she would break with the slightest of wrong movements.

Roxy grinned at the sight, even as she was pulling off the sweatshirt and tugging down her tank top to expose one breast.

"Alright, my little love, off to yer mum," Eggsy said, transferring the baby to Roxy's waiting arms.

Roxy helped Emilia latch onto her breast and the tiny baby began suckling as if it had been years since her last meal, not two hours.

"She's definitely yours," Roxy teased, "Your appetite and obsession with my breasts."

Eggsy laughed, "She's got good taste then."

He leaned against the baby's dresser, arms crossed over his chest, watching his wife and daughter.

Roxy stroked a finger against the downy blonde hair on Emilia's head and didn't look up, not even when Eggsy started talking.

"I can't believe I only 'ave a month of leave," he grumbled, "Tha's not nearly enough time."

"We'll be here every night when you come home," Roxy said, glancing up when she heard JB's nails click against the wooden floors, "Maybe we'll even pop by the shop to visit."

Eggsy leaned down to scratch the pug's ears, "I'd like tha'. I think even Merlin would too."

Emilia released Roxy's breast with a soft popping sound.

Eggsy reached out for her, "Lemme burp 'er."

Roxy leaned back in the rocking chair and let Eggsy take the baby. He cradled her against his chest and walked around the room as he patted her back.

Roxy's eyelids fluttered shut as Eggsy murmured to the baby. They flew open as the baby let out a loud burp.

"Good girl," Eggsy praised, reminding Roxy of their days as Kingsman recruits.

Emilia's blue eyes closed and she nestled against Eggsy's chest, soft snores filling the room as she fell asleep.

Eggsy put her back in her crib while Roxy fixed her top.

"Hey," he said, grabbing her around the waist as they left the room, "Let's make a 'nother one."

Roxy raised an eyebrow, "Let's get the first one to sleep through the night first?"

"How about some practice?" Eggsy laughed.

Roxy's hand slid down to rest on Eggsy's bum, "Practice does make perfect."

A/N: So, I have a new Reggsy offering for you guys! I love the mental image of Daddy!Eggsy and I hope you guys do to!

I'm thinking about making this a kind of series. Like various family moments with Eggsy, Roxy, and Emilia. If you guys would like to see that, drop me a review, give me a few prompts and I'll be very happy to write them!

I'm going to leave this story "in Progress" just in case I decide to add the oneshots to this one, or I might make a whole new story altogether. let me know what you guys would prefer :D