You and Ghost had been together for 6 years, married for four, and around 9 months ago finally managed to conceive a baby after trying to convince him since your first anniversary.

He had been overly hesitant at first about the whole idea of having a kid through, albeit he found it in himself to explain to you why - and after much support from both you plus his close mates who had been informed…

…He caved…

Throughout the whole ordeal of painful cramping, cranky wake-up’s, seemingly atrocious pregnancy cravings and unending nausea, he had stayed planted right by your side - because he knew blatantly well that this was as much as his responsibility as your own.

Now, after the many months of torture, you were propped up on the hospital bed in the little time you had before going into the labour - going through the much unwanted contractions.

But thankfully you did have your husband stood by your side, looking nearly as pale as the skull balaclava he wore on the job - talking lowly to you whilst shakily rubbing his thumb over your wrist.

“What am i supposed to do while you push it out..? Do i have to leave or something..?”He asked seriously, a frown crossing his features at the ever so difficult question of what to do.

“Well, if it decides it wants to be difficult you just tell me and i’ll give it a talking to…”