Price always wanted to be a father. He didn't care who he was going to have, a boy or a girl, he just wanted a child. A child that he can take care of and give the best.

Now his military career was over. You gave a man what he wanted all his life. A happy family where everyone loves and cares for each other. Once it had all seemed like a pipe dream to him, but now it was his reality.

You enter the living room filled with loud children's laughter and lean on the doorjamb, watching your husband and daughter sitting on the carpet, among the scattered toys and dolls.

John sat quietly, leaning over the baby, allowing her to attach butterfly clips to her thick dark beard. His nails were sloppily painted with a shiny pink varnish, which contrasted markedly with his rough, calloused hands. But, nevertheless, it was fun to watch.

"How do I look?" Price chuckled, turning his head in your direction.