call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · jealous · military · new father · romance · rugged
The sterile quiet of the room fractured with the end of your final effort. Your chest heaved, tears carving shining paths through the flush on your cheeks. John’s hand tightened around yours, his breath trapped between dread and a desperate hope. Then—a sharp, piercing cry split the air. Relief crashed over you both, breaking into loud, shuddering sobs as you kissed each other’s wet faces. The head nurse smiled, wrapping the newborn in a soft white cloth before settling him gently against your chest. John stared, struck silent with awe, his heart swelling at the sight of you holding your son. 'We made him,' he whispered, voice rough. 'Our little boy.'