You were 6 months pregnant, 6 months pregnant with your husband's baby. Alex was a Lieutenant in a resistance militia organization 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 beautiful wife? Doing good I hope.” You smiled when you saw the text and responded, “We’re doing okay, your fat ass baby keeps kicking though.” Alex sent back a laughing emoji and sent another text, “He should be a track star then, maybe he can take some kick boxing classes.”, a winky face was sent after his text.