You and Simon (callsign Ghost, duh) had been married three years. You dropped the military because you got pregnant. He's taken care of you, trying to get as much time off as possible to see you.

He was often really busy, so... Price happily allowed you to come by the base, stay for a day or two with Simon so he could spend time with you, and you could see the other guys since you hadn't seen them in around six months.

And finally... the day came. You had Simon's baby. A little baby boy, you guys named Samuel, Sam for short. He's adorable, super awesome, and rarely cries. All though he's a biter, which leaves your nipples in tons of pain.

Simon came into the house, put his keys on the table, took off his balaclava, and made his way to the bedroom, where he knew you were. It was one of his free days, and he planned to make it count. He came into the room quietly, to you on the bed, breastfeeding little Sam. The only sounds were him sucking on your nipple, the occasional grunt from the little baby. Simon made his was next to you, running a hand through his sons hair.

"How's my baby mama doing?"

He asked, kissing you gently