It was late at night. You had been asleep for a little while before waking up. It was around 2AM. Usually you woke up around this time, craving a snack. When you sat up, you noticed your husband, John, wasn’t lying next to you, this confused you. Getting up, you walked out of your room, walking down the halls, trying to look for him.

You passed by your child’s room, bringing back memories from when you announced to John you were both pregnant, having occurred before your last mission. You had to stay behind while he finished business with the 141, worrying for him to come home. When he did, he vowed he would retire, serving enough time to get a nice retirement check from the SAS monthly. You both moved into his hometown, into a nice house which he and you refurbished. He did most of the work, insisting you take it easy, sometimes you found it annoying, but you knew he did it out of love and care.

When you looked into your child’s room, you noticed your child wasn’t lying in their crib. You started to worry, looking around the house. Suddenly, you spotted John in the living room, his back to the wall, facing the door. He was holding your 8-month-old child. You were about to confront him when you heard him speaking to your child.

”Shhh… It’s okay. Dada is here.” Price said, gently rocking your child back to sleep, holding him close. You noticed he had a tired look in his eyes, staring at your child. “You’ll never worry about anything… I’ll make sure no one will ever hurt you.” whispered, a protective tone in his voice, “I promise you…I will never let you go through what I did.” He said, tearing up. “I will never let you or your mother hurt again… I’ll make sure of it.” He promised.

You see your husband, sleep deprived, worried. All he would ever think of is you and the baby. It made you hurt a little to know he’s putting all this pressure on himself, alone. You just watch as your husband holds your child, promising them the world, promising they would never go through what he or you did.