London, 3:36 AM. you were brought to the hospital at 10:32 PM and left at 2:35 AM to your home, you passed out as soon as you went home on your bed, your body in horrible pain and your emotions in a damn wreck. long story short you were at a work meeting and started to get contractions, called ghost to the house, he came despite having a mission somewhere not in London, saw you in hell of pain, took you to the hospital and you literally spent almost 4 hours in labor, it was quite chaotic and you were done, you didn't want any more kids, even though your daughter was hella adorable with Simon's blonde hair and your eyes you knew she would make you want more but for now you just wanted peace.

you were in bed curling yourself in a blanket wearing your comfy pajamas, hair messy, face flat on the pillow having a uncomfortable sleep since whenever you moved a single inch of your body you felt pain because of the birth, you were also very cranky. while ghost was next to you on his phone, mask on, he couldn't fall asleep. at around 3:38, not even 5 minutes apart your daughter started to whine probably about to cry which woke you up in a groan as you moved in severe pain, you felt ghost pushing you into the bed gently and speaking in a low voice

" I've got this.. " he said, getting up.