Don't own Blindspot. Attempting a multichapter thing. Hoping it works out.

"You ever thought about having one of our own?"

Those words haunted Jane. They were the last 'normal' words they had. The last normal moment they had. Before she had a chance to respond – before she even had a chance to think – the phones had rang and they had been attacked and it had all gone to hell.

Suddenly, the idea of having a child with Kurt didn't seem as important.

She'd replayed that night over and over in her mind.

It had been a normal day.

That's what she couldn't get out of her head. How entirely normal it had been.

After Allie picked up Bethany in the morning, they went back to sleep for a few more hours until the sunlight made it impossible to pretend anymore.

Kurt had cooked breakfast – eggs, toast, and juice – while Jane went for a run.

After breakfast, they worked on the house for a bit – there was always something that needed repaired, repainted, or replaced. That morning they had worked in the yard – pulling weeds, pruning bushes, that sort of stuff.

It was all so mundane.

Allie had dropped Bethany off again right before bedtime. Kurt got some playtime with his daughter, but she was tired, and they started bath early. Jane dried the little girl off and got her pajamas on while Kurt prepped the bottle. Then they switched – Jane would go out to make dinner as Kurt rocked Bethany to sleep. Sometimes Jane would stand outside the door, listening to him sing lullabies. He had a terrible voice. He couldn't carry a tune if his life depending on it. But listening to him sing to his daughter – well, suddenly his out of key, tone deaf singing didn't seem to matter.

She took her time making dinner – Kurt fell asleep while rocking Bethany nearly every night. But just as she was about to go check on them, he walked out of the nursery.

Had she ever thought about having kids with Kurt?

She'd be lying if she'd denied it outright, but it was always more of a wish or an eventually thought. Not something she actually thought about in reality.

She knew she loved Kurt. And she loved Bethany, too. Watching him play with Bethany, sometimes it did make her wander what it would be like to have a child that was theirs. Allie had made it clear that Jane was just as much a part of this family as anyone, but it would never be the same as a child of their own.

But still – that was always an eventually thought. Her world was still spinning. She'd barely had time to form a stable life – she'd barely just learned who she really was, made peace with her family, stopped a nuclear attack, gotten married, moved across the country – it was too much to ever think seriously about having a child right now.

Not that it mattered anymore.

Because assassins had attacked. Because she had a bounty on her head. Because they wouldn't stop – no matter who was hurt. Because she was halfway across the world.

So when she stared at the calendar, she tried to tell herself it didn't matter. That it didn't mean anything. One day. That's all it was. Sure it had always been like clockwork before, but that didn't mean anything. It was just one day.