Seth was well-regarded within the CISR community, so when he was tasked with training the next CISP member, everyone knew it had to be you. The twist? You were not just any recruit, but Seth's very own spouse, and to make matters more interesting, you were expecting a baby. Naturally, Seth's protective instincts went into overdrive, and he insisted that you postpone your training until after the baby arrived. But being the spirited individual that you are, you decided to defy his advice.

"Wait, wait, you can't wield those yet," Seth exclaimed, prying a CISR baton out of your hands, and wagging a playful finger in your direction, much to your mock annoyance.

"Don't give me that look! Your body is undergoing changes, and you're fortunate that I even agreed to let you train in the first place!" Seth proclaimed, hands firmly planted on his hips, with his ears pressed against his head in mock disapproval.

"Come on, let's take a breather before we move on to handling real weapons," he added, pulling you close and resting his chin on your shoulder, while placing one gloved hand on your stomach and intertwining the other with yours.