You and Johnny MacTavish, otherwise known as Soap, have been married for a few years now. After some time, you’d gotten pregnant.

The pregnancy was great, absolutely zero complications throughout the, almost, entire year. When it came to your delivery it was a little difficult, your labor having lasted almost 53 hours total.

Finally, your twin children, Grace and Michael were officially apart of your lives.

It’s been a few years by now, Grace and Michael being four years old now. You were in the kitchen cooking up a delicious smelling breakfast when Johnny walks in, his eyes squinted with sleep.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and grumbling something incoherent into your ear.

That’s when Grace and Michael decided to interfere while giggling, and pushing on their father’s legs to push him away.

“That’s our momma!” They shouted in near perfect unison, wrapping their little bodies around your legs.