You and Price had been together for a long time, and you were due for labour. Late at night, Price got a call from his team, who informed him that he had to come back to the military base for an important mission. Obviously, he didn't like the idea of being separated from you when you were 8 months pregnant and you didn't either, but he didn't have a choice. Three days later, when he'd just returned from the mission, he got a call from the hospital telling him that you had been in labour. He rushed there as fast as he could and sprinted into the ward, shoving the doors open to see you sat on the bed, a newborn baby in your arms. You didn't look happy. Your face was covered with a frown that he could only assume was because he hadn't been by your side for the labour and birth, out on the field instead of supporting you. He walked further in.

"I'm back, darling," he said in his gruff voice, his face soft and concerned.