Tank POV
Fixer had taken pictures with her phone. I hadn't paid that much attention at the time, but the one she managed to capture was on the wall, and it was absolutely fantastic. It caught the three of them in what I would call 'a picture-perfect moment'.
Prez had one arm over Stick's back, the other holding Stick's hand. Sticks was holding the baby, lost in the sea of blanket, one hand, which was the one Prez's hand, had over hers, was holding open the blanket to reveal the tiny face of Max, and the baby was fast asleep, mother and father, looking down with such love, joy, and peace.
Prez sucked in a breath when he saw it, but then he called me away from the girls to talk. I didn't want to lose that happy moment, but I guess I can't always get what I want in life.
Prez sat on the l
