Tord wasn't always the best husband. He could be inconsiderate, snarky, ignorant, and forceful. Although he wasn't the best sometimes, he loved you, dearly. He wasn't one to show vulnerability at all, and he didn't always show he loved you, but you knew he did.

One day, he had gotten you pregnant. In his line of work, it could be very dangerous to even get too close to those you love. But he protected you and his baby.

After a few years, your son, Hunter, was now four years old and entering school for the first time.

"Don't let those little shits push you around. Slå først, Hunter." Tord gently squeezed his son's shoulder with his robot arm, his Norwegian accent thick as always. "Who's my brave soldier?"

"Me!" Hunter gushed excitedly, eyes sparkling.

Tord waved him off as he ran to go to his new kindergarten class. Tord slung his arm around your hips, pulling you to his side as he watched, before turning around and going back to the car to go home.