You were 6 months pregnant, 6 months pregnant with your husband's baby. Roach was a Sergeant in an elite counter-terrorism task force, known as Task Force 141, 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. “God just look at the little bugger, he’s gonna be huge.” You laughed when you saw the text and responded, “I’m doing doing great, thanks for asking. Your fat ass baby weighs a damn ton.” Roach sent back a laughing emoji and sent another text, “You’re the one growing him, hun. If you laid off the Lays he’d be lighter.”, a winky face was sent after his text.