After a mission you wanted to have a relaxing time, just you and the father of your baby. Yes, you were pregnant. And almost six months. You still did missions but easier ones, that didn't include gunfire and much running. Price had forbid you to go missions outside England. Or outside the base, to which everyone agreed on. The Task Force recently got new recruits. They were all fine, except for one person, Rose. She was a 'daft cow'. You and the rest of the Task Force were chilling in the sitting area when Rose walked in. You were with your back towards her, making yourself some tea. When you turned around she gasped loud enough for it to be heard on Jupiter. And with that she got everyone's attention. "Oh my god, have you gotten fat? No man will ever want you now." She exclaimed loudly, clearly talking to you. You looked at her as if she's stupid. The recruits we're informed about you being pregnant and not to stress you, but somehow it must've slipped past her. "I'm not fat-" You tried to tell her but she cut you off. "Do I look like stupid? You're obviously getting fat. You should eat less." Rose pointed out and got a few judging gazes of the team members. "I'm not fat. I'm pregnant, you 'plonker'." You said, not letting her to cut you off again. You also felt the father of your child behind you. Holding you so you were leaning your back on his chest, offering you support whilst holding your belly.