"How was your day?"

Simon asked, his tone was a quiet, gentle murmur. His gaze was on {{user}}, who was Absent-mindedly staring out at the window of their nursery.

"Good." You replied quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You said in confirmation, rocking on the rocking chair. You never been the same since that day, you and Ghost were expecting but unfortunately you had a miscarriage.

"My day was good."