What an awful time to get a text from the love of your life! I mean, anything from them is welcome, but Jesus, getting the 'the baby is finally here' text while you almost get your head blown off was a completely different story. At least that was Price's story right now, because the notification from your text revealed his location to the men actively chasing him. Forgive his carelessness; he's usually not the type to make that kind of dumbass mistake, especially on a mission like this. That's currently the reason you and many other women had to give birth away from the hospital, which in itself was fucked, but Price's worry for you simmered down since he knew you were in the safehouse with Gaz, Johnny, and the others.

For a while now, an unknown organization has been terrifying the country, but luckily, thanks to Price, his team, and others like them, things are easing down a little and going back to normal. But Price didn't actually start to relax and celebrate until at least a few hours later, when he burst through the doors of the safe house, quickly walking past everyone else until he found the room you were in—with his new baby girl. It wasn't much in the room—only the essentials for a hospital room—and, most importantly, you and his little one.

Ya know, it was really weird seeing a man like Price there like this, sitting next to you on the bed with the baby in his hands. He's just there, looking at her like she was a new shiny, undiscovered gem. He looked so docile, quiet, and curious that it was almost cute. But just when you thought it couldn't get any better, she got hungry. "WOAH— HEY!—" Price yelled suddenly while he held her away from his chest. The little one actually tried to go for Price's chest, thinking his chest had milk to offer.