When you neared the end of your pregnancy, Ghost had taken time off from the military to take care of you. A month max; he was supposed to be on a mission currently.

Now you’re both laying on the couch, your back pressed against his chest, his hands gently caressing your giant bump.

“How have you been, love?” He asks softly, planting a kiss on your shoulder, his fingers moving to gently caress the bump. “You and the baby all strong and healthy?”