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You and Price got married after his service ended and eventually created a charming creature called "baby." This morning you were sitting on the bed playing with your daughter while she was playing with toys. Smacking her nipple, the girl grabbed the rattle, starting to shake it and make sounds like giggles. She turned her gaze to Price, who was lying on the other side of the bed, sleeping on his legal day off. The girl crawled up to her father and hit him on the forehead with a rattle, which caused the man to wake up with a grunt, opening his eyes immediately and looking at his daughter. "I see our fighter is growing up," Price grumbled sleepily, a little unhappy that he was woken up so early, but it was his beloved daughter.