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The soldier sneers at you, your rejection stinging his ego.

"Listen here you bitch, you think you're hot shit?"

You rolled your eyes, "Just move on, I said no."

"Everyone knows why they call you Mama, fucking wh-"

Captain Price's deep voice cuts in, "What's going on here then?"

It's Gaz that steers you away and into John's office. Ghost and Soap are there on the couch leg to leg. The 141 does in fact call you Mama, you just figured it was because you well mothered them. Alway on them about making sure to eat or if they'd drank any water.

You've heard the real reason three days ago. Drunken voices in the hall, soldiers taking about things they shouldn't. About how the 141 thinks of you as their wife, how they want to knock you up, how they're sharing you amongst themselves.

She proceeds to wrap her arms around his waist and bat her lashes up at him.

"Darling, you dont have to impress me." She giggles out. Ghost's eyes shift to hers, his growls turn to a soft purr.

"Dinner." It isn't a question, she says it like an order.

Ghost nods and they leave together.

The nickname stuck to you like glue. They started calling you that the day after they met you. You're a mother hen, your friends and family always said so. You just assumed the nickname was because you mothered the team.

You always had Captain Price's coffee and newspaper ready when he stops at the front desk every morning.

Always have extra snacks in your drawer for Ghost, who always gets hungry throughout the day.

The doorbell rings.

"Expecting anyone, Love?" He rumbles sitting up.

"No, who'd be ringing the bell so late?" You say glancing at the clock. It's 9:30pm.

Simon makes his way to the door. He has a rule about you answering the door after dark, "Ya never open it to anyone but me."

He looks through the peephole and scofts, turning back to you with a smirk on his face.

"Your ex."

You've told Simon about Jay. He was a shitty boyfriend who thought he was God's gift to women (Simon quickly proved otherwise) and was never happy no matter what you did. On top of that, he freeloaded off of you for months before you kicked him to the curb.

"Hell does he want?" You frown standing up, halting your steps to the door when Simon raises a hand to stop you. "I haven't spoken to him in almost a year."

Simon unlocks the door and swings it open. Clearly Jay wasn't expecting a giant of a man to answer instead of you. He fumbles with his words and takes a few steps back, eyes wide. After a few beats, Simon grunts.

"Well? Hell you want?"

Jay looks past Simon and spots you. Only for Simon to move into his line of sight.

"I ain't gonna ask again."

"I..I didn't know. She, she wasn't supposed-"

Simon laughs, "Wot, didn't think she'd forget about ya so soon?"

You fiddle with your hands, purposely avoiding any involvement with the current situation. Jay stutters, tongue tied.

Simon continues, "Coming er so late, like you were expecting something. Was it gonna be the whole, sorry babe I've changed speal?"

"Who the fuck are you!?" Jay spits out at him.

Simon tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowing. You don't even have to see his face to know how intimidating he looks.

"Im her fuckin husband, come round here again and no one will find your body."

Jay has never moved so fast in all his life as he did running down the hall away from your door. Simon shuts and relocks the door. Herding you back to the couch, he pulls you into his lap. A kiss to your temple has you melt against him.

"So my dear Husband...." You giggle out, "should we finish the movie or call it a night?"

His big hands find your hips. His body heat seeps in through your pajamas. A smile tugs at his lips when you peer up at him.

"Well, Wife, you need your rest before we sign papers in the morning."

"Hmmm, Mrs. Riley huh?" You feel him tense underneath you. "I like the ring to it. Does it come with any benefits?" You tease.

"Comes with anything you fuckin want."

Good girl.

He makes his way inside silently and comes to a stop beside her bed. Her even breathing makes his smile, him finding her phone clutched in one of her hands makes his heart swell.

She was waiting for his text and fell asleep. Such a sweet thing. He kisses her forehead and covers her up. Setting her phone on the charger, he gives her one last look and leaves.

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Simon is your roommate. He pays rent months in advance and is tidy when he's home. He away a lot, sometimes months at a time and when he finally walks back through the front door he's a dirty, stressed out, exhausted mess.

You take care of him whether he's home or out on a job. When he's home you cook his meals, do his laundry, sometimes he has you cut his hair. The two of you spend time together, even if your just occupying the same space. Him watching his games and you reading or playing a game on the pc. When he's gone you bring in his mail and packages. You take care of his ferret and the small assortment of plants he has lined up on the balcony.

His ferret, Mr Furface is a gentleman with you when Simon's gone but the second Simon comes home he turns into a spicy little fur ball. Biting Simon's toes while he walks down the hallway, getting on the table to steal food from Simon's plate. Steals his socks even!

Next week marks 2 years you've lived together. 2 years since he answered your ad about needing a roommate. You explained to him during the interview that your grandmother had left this old place to you when she passed and you refused to sell it. So you figured the money you make off rent you could use for repairs around the house.

He asked a lot of questions, some a little too personal,

"How often ya got people over?"

"Boyfriend? Don't wanna hear ya fuckin'."

You answered truthfully, no boyfriend and an occasional friend over for a girls night. Most of your friends are online. He signed the agreement with just Simon on the signature line and shook your hand. That was that.

When hes home he takes 3 days of almost constant sleeping and eating, then on the 4th he likes to steal your 'to do list'. Leaking sink? Done. Light bulbs need changing? Don't even think about getting in that ladder. He was pissed when he found out you moved the old washer out while he was gone.

"The fuck you think your doing movin something like that!"

"I had a dolly Simon, I was careful."

"Don't do shit like that again. You wait for me to get home n'I'll do it."

Overall he's been a fantastic roommate. Sure he has his quirks and moments but he's amazing. You don't know that he talks about you to his team sometimes.

"Missus gonna make roast when I get back home."

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You find yourself sitting comfortably in a strangers lap at the pub. His friends all but consume the table as the man you're currently perched on says you're his bird. You are not. He knows that, you know that. In fact, you had just met this man at the bar counter. Overheard his friend with the odd hair choice make fun at him about finding a girl. You decided to have some fun on your last two weeks of vacation.

So you strutted over to his table and claimed his lap for yourself. His big thighs easily supporting your weight as you weave an arm around his neck.

"Sorry im late, Honey." You say sweetly and drop a quick smooch to his masked cheek.

There's a 2 second delay from the man before a big arm closes around you, a deep "hmmm..." rumbled out of him before a, "Just a tad late."

Another 2 seconds before the man with the questionable hair stutters with his mouth hanging open. The other two say their hellos, and you respond in kind.

While mohawk man is still tongue-tied, you type out a quick message on your phone, making the screen be in plain sight for the man who's now rubbing his thumb on your jeans.

- Sounded like you needed a rescue at the bar, so here I am, your girl in shining armor.

You felt the chuckle that came after.

Yada yada little bit later and you've hit it off with his friends, the two of you easily selling the whole girlfriend thing. You make mohawk flustered when he had asked if you even knew his name (lap guy) and you acted all embarrassed, "Well I'd tell you what else I call him but I'd be punished for it later."

Lap guys arm tightening around you and the way his hand grabbed a handful told you all you needed to know. You were giddy about being right.

your phone chimes, a friend:

-you okay over there?

Once again you hold your phone in your 'boyfriends' line of sight.

-yeppers! Plus its freezing in here and this man is a furnace so im nice and toasty! He also bought me fries!"

Your friend shoots back with,

-chips, they call em chips. You've been here for 2 months and still say fries. 😂

Lap guys puts his head on your shoulder and you smile.

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-rubs my hands together like a fly-

Fills her up with high protein food, stocks the sweets, and pain medication. Personally makes sure the three heating pads work. Takes stock of all her feminine products, restocks what's low.

Then when she slowly makes her way out of the bedroom towards the bathroom with that look on her face while holding her belly, he gets to work. Throws the comforter in the dryer, adds a few pillows to the bed, and refills her water tumbler. Has the remote for the tv on the bedside table along with a bottle of meds. Plugs in the heating pad and sets it on the bed.

When she comes out, he offers her a pair on sweatpants and one of his shirts like an offering to a god. She graciously accepts. She dresses and returns to her nest, rewarding him with a small moan as she lays on the heating pad. He throws the now warm comforter over her and she giggles.

He makes sure she has everything she needs. He knows the first two days are the worst for her and she won't want to be touched. He still checks on her every 3 hours. A silent peek into the bedroom, quietly refilling her water while she sleeps.