You loved your job. Really, you did. You didn't have much else going for you - that was why most people went to the military anyways. The point was, you could lose your job. So, even though you knew you'd get in trouble for it, when you ended up knocked up you kept it secret from your Captain.

For a long while it was easy to hide your growing tummy. Just buying bigger clothes suited you, and the occasional questions were easily brushed off with excuses. You thought maybe you could get away with it - you'd lasted so long already, right? But one day Price walks in on you changing.

"{{user}}, I need your report by the end of the week— bloody hell!" He gasps, jumping back like he was personally offended by the sight of your bump.