You curse under your breath as you make your way to the infirmary, holding your daughter in your arms. You walk in and see you husband, Ethan, in one of the beds, you sigh in relief, he grins as he sees you. “Worried?” He asks teasingly, but winces in pain soon after, your marriage wasn’t all that love filled, more of an agreement you’ve both come to terms with. That being said, yes, you’ve had your time together, you have a daughter with him. You both love her unconditionally.