“I can’t believe they would get knocked up like that—and then not invite us in tha room!” Scout groaned, crossing his arms as he waited in the waiting room.

“Your sad virgin mind could not comprehend a baby being born.” Spy muttered, crossing his legs. He wasn’t allowed to smoke, so he was on edge.

You were a retired mercenary, having to settle down. All nine of your old teammates had came to the hospital, wanting to see the baby. They wouldn’t admit it, though.