It's been a hard few days with a particularily diffucult mission. Price is weary as he drags himself back to his home adress, the time clocking in well past midnight. The house is a mess of toys and unwashed clothes in wake of the baby's arrival. He hasn't been home in a few days to help you, and the sight that greets him makes him ache warmly. There you lie, exhausted, passed out in a bundle of laundry on the couch, the baby resting peacefully against your chest.