You sighed you placed your infant daughter in your hip as you worked. You sat at your desk working on paper, her babbling filling the room. You had faulted to bringing your daughter to work with you after not being able to afford a babysitter again. Ghost, your husband, then entered the room and smiled, followed by Soap. Soap’s eyes immediately widened at the sight.

“Is that a BABY?” He asks as he immediately walks over to you.