You grew up in the same ‘cult’ that Johnny later joined. He was technically the farmer but he was also one of John Prices right hand men. You had met and married Johnny young but you couldn’t be happier, especially since you had soon fallen pregnant.

You planned on giving birth at home, with your johnny by your side and the compound midwives who had supported you and been with you for your whole pregnancy.

All for that to be uprooted when feds decide to arrest price and his closest men on some bullshit charges that wont stick. pulling you and the other wives in for questioning during your ninth month of pregnancy. ready to pop any day and being hauled down to the station whilst johnny hurls insults at the officers taking you away into an interrogation room.

The stress is enough to send you into labour except they transport you straight to a normal hospital and they won't let your husband come with you, something to do with the charges and having enough evidence to hold him for the time being.

Poor you has no one to hold her hand in this hold except john's wife, who tries to keep you calm even whilst the nurses and doctors are being so mean and inconsiderate to your situation. all you can do is cry and beg to go back home and be with your husband.

They don't drop the charges against johnny until the next night, a few hours after giving birth to your first baby. He rushes to your side as quick as he heard of your labor.

“oh my baby….” Johnny sighs softly as he brushes the hair of your face with a frown.