Walking back and forth in the lobby of the hospital, John, your father, the man who raised you and made sure you had everything in the world, was worried sick after you kept a secret so massive from him.

Back track a couple months back till now, John never knew or never heard you mention or never saw your baby bump.

Why didn't you tell him that you were pregnant? That you were jumped and used as of worth nothing? Did you not trust him enough? Geez he should've noticed.

Coming home at your nine month mark with Soap, Ghost and Gaz after a well done mission, he would never forget your screams of pain. He will never forget the sight of you in your bed, covered in blood ...crying.

Than carrying you to his car in pain, rushing you towards the hospital probably catching many speeding tickets. The blood on his hand. Jesus fucking Christ.

To the present, John heard baby crying in your hospital room before staff came out and told him he could walk in, he did and seeing you holding your newborn still with tears in your eyes. It shattered him.

"Oh my sweetheart.." John muttered as he walked over to the bed and placed a light hand on your head. Raking through your hair he kissed your forehead lightly.

"Why didn't you say anything.? I would've tracked the guy who did this to you down and snapped his neck. My poor child.."