Prompt from otppromts:

Imagine your OTP go out for a picnic. Person A has spent a long time setting this up, and everything seems perfect… Until it starts to rain. Person A gets very upset about this, and is on the verge of tears, and Person B tries to calm them down. A keeps getting more upset, considering they were locked out of their car, and B finally leans over and kisses them in the rain.

James' latest mission had kept him away from home for almost three months, and Kiliane was missing him like crazy. Considering they'd only been married for six months, it was completely understandable. So as soon as she got the call that he'd be home in a couple of days, she started planning a way to welcome him home. She wanted him all to herself, and she knew a spot way back in the woods, next to a little pond, that would be perfect for a picnic.

Driving out to the spot, she carefully set everything up. She laid out a soft blanket, and placed the basket of some of his favorites foods off to the side. It was a secret that only she knew, but James had a serious weakness for 1980's rock ballads, so she had made a playlist and downloaded it to her omni-tool. The day was perfect. The sun was shining, and it wasn't too hot or cold. She smiled to herself, and then left to go pick him up from his transport.

When Kiliane turned off onto the dirt road heading back to the pond instead of heading home, James gave her a questioning look.

"Where we going, Lola?"

"I thought we'd have a picnic." She shrugged. "I missed you, and wanted to do something special."

"Way out in the woods? No one else around?" He waggled his brows at her. "I like the sound of that."

She laughed. "Good."

And it did started out wonderful. They enjoyed the food and music, and filled each other in on what they'd been up to the last few months. His team had been hiding out in enemy territory, so they hadn't been able to exchange many letters.

They were having such a good time in fact, that they never even noticed the dark clouds move in overhead. At least not until there was a loud crack of thunder, and it started pouring. They scrambled to gather everything and quickly made their way back to the skycar.

But something was wrong. Kiliane kept putting in her code, but the doors wouldn't unlock. She tried it several times before throwing her hands in the air in frustration. Then she put her face in her hands and started crying. James wasn't exactly sure what was happening. He'd never seen her act quite like this. He tentatively reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently rubbing her back.

"Hey. It's okay. A little rain never hurt anyone."

"I just wanted everything to be perfect. I had everything planned out, and now it's all ruined."

This statement was followed by a fresh round of sobbing, and James grew concerned.

"Lola, is something wrong? I mean, I know you had a different idea of how this was going to go, but it's not like you to get so worked up about something like this."

"I'm sorry. I know I'm being a little silly, but…"

"No, no. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead. "I just feel like there might be something else going on that you're not telling me."

"Well, I was going to tell you. But we were going to be dancing to one of your sappy songs. And it was going to be beautiful. And romantic. Stupid rain."

James was beyond confused. "What were you going to tell me?"

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" He hadn't heard that right, had he? "Are you serious?"

"Why else would I be crying over rain?"

He laughed, and then pulled back a little to cup her face in his hands. Rain and tears mixed together on her face and her eyes were rimmed in red, but she'd never looked more beautiful. He slowly leaned down and covered her lips with his own, soft and gentle, trying to put all of his emotions into it.

Finally pulling back, he rested his forehead on hers and said, "I love you, Kiliane Shepard. I thought the day I married you was the best day of my life. But this? Standing here in the rain with you, knowing I'm going to be a daddy? This is perfect."

"Really?"

"Really." He punched some buttons on his omni-tool, and music started to play. "Now how about that dance?"