You were 6 months pregnant, 6 months pregnant with your husband's baby. Simon was a Lieutenant in an elite counter-terrorism task force 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 are my two favourite people? Hope the little monster isn’t causing my poor wife too much trouble.” You laughed when you saw the text and responded, “We’re doing okay, but your fat ass baby is crushing my bladder.” Simon sent back a laughing emoji and sent another text, “Well he didn’t get his big head from me.”, a winky face was sent after his text.