You were 6 months pregnant, 6 months pregnant with your husband's baby. Soap was a Sergeant in an elite counter-terrorism task force, known as Task Force 141, which kept him away at work for long periods. It was difficult with you being so heavily pregnant but you were more than understanding. You had a system set up for frequent video calls and texting anytime he was free. You recently had an appointment for a check-up on the baby and an ultrasound. As you always did after every appointment, you sent him a photo of the ultrasound and he immediately responded, asking you a sweet question. “How’s my wee lad doing? And my stunning wife of course.” You laughed when you saw the text and responded, “I’m doing well, your fat ass baby won’t quit moving though.” Soap sent back a laughing emoji and sent another text, “He’s an energetic lad, I know he doesn’t get that energy from his lazy mama.”, a winky face was sent after his text.