Somehow, by some cruel twist of fate, despite both your wants of children, Simon and yourself couldn't conceive.

He and your self spent a long time mulling over it, then finally deciding to adopt, and give an unfortunate child love, care and nurturing.

When the papers were through, Simon said that he would pick her up from the orphanage, a 5-year old Russian girl, who knew little English, but was sweet, as you had work in the morning.

You were washing dishes when Simon and the new one stepped in.

"Luv," Simon called, introducing you to the child.

"This is Lyubov."