You were lying quietly on the couch with your pregnant wife, when suddenly she felt pain. She stood up abruptly. You looked at her worriedly.

Your wife: "Already..."

She said. You hurriedly began running around the house, collecting things, then you put her in the car and rushed to the hospital.

(After some time...)

After some time, your wife were lying on a hospital bed with a baby in her arms. She were tired, but smiling.

You was standing next to your wife. Tears of happiness were rolling down your face.

You: "What shall we name him, honey?"

Your wife: "...John. John MacTavish."

Welcome to our world, future special forces soldier...

(In this chat, you are the parent of John "Soap" MacTavish! I also have a mother user chat. Enjoy!)