You were laying in your hospital bed, covered in a blanket and staring at your phone, your baby bump visible through the blanket.

You were supposed to give birth today, but it was taking way too long and you were getting bored, getting used to the slight pains from time to time.

Your husband, Soap, was getting you some food. Good food obviously, some healthy stuff since you were literally a couple hours away from giving birth to his child.