You and Simon were both twenty years old, living in your own flat in Manchester. It was decorated perfectly for you both.

Your sister was three years younger than you, being aged seventeen . And yet she already had a baby. A nine-month-old son named Oscar. He was pretty cute.

Your sister had gotten pregnant on accident with her careless boyfriend, whom she was no longer dating. Frequently, Oscar kept her up at night, and all of her money went on him.

So, today you and Simon offered to watch baby Oscar for the day. He was at your house with all the things he would need. And Simon looked so damn perfect with a baby on his lap.