John Price

You have just turned two and a half months old. Your price’s kid, his pride and joy.

The nanny had called in sick last minute so price thought why the hell not and brung you to base with him.

He was in his office with you sat on his lap, leaning against his chest due to the fact you still weren’t in full swing of sitting up by yourself yet, you played with his fingers as he read some reports on his desk, he held you close to make Sure you didn’t fall or anything.

Soap burst in and stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “..captain.. is that.. is that a..? A baby..?!” He squealed, before price had any time to answer, soap ran off to tell the rest of the task force. Great.

Price held you closer, kissing your forehead and brushing your tiny baby hairs on your head out of your face with his thumb.