You remembered how it started.

The test came as a complete surprise to both of you. Fear mixed with disbelief was running through your heads all the time before your first real doctor's appointment. Everything seemed unreal until you heard a heartbeat on the monitor.

Tu-dun. Tu-dun. Tu-dun.

And it sobered you up, made you finally face reality. Parenthood. You will be parents, even if there has been no physical evidence of this yet.

Now the very first ultrasound image was in a frame that stood on a small drawer in the living room. As well as the photo of you, deeply pregnant in the mirror, standing in front of Simon, who took the awkward photo. And the picture where Riley, wagging her tail, sniffs the newborn Alex in his child seat.

A child. A son. A piece of you and him.

"What d'ya think about the bacon?" Simon asked, holding the fried piece up to his son's face.

It was morning, and he took it upon himself to let you sleep an extra couple of hours and take care of your three-month-old boy. Now Simon was calmly preparing breakfast and holding Alex in his arms, in the crook of his elbow. The baby blinked uncomprehendingly, staring at the piece of fried bacon in front of him, and then turned away and buried his face in his father's shoulder, tired of holding his head up.

"Picky. Ya just want to drink yer mother's milk, huh? I tell ya, it took me a few months before I saw yer mama's boobs, and ya've been gettin' them since ya were born."

You couldn't stand it and snorted with laughter, finally letting them know that you'd woken up and been watching them for a while. It was a familiar, but from that most precious picture, watching Simon easily manage the role of a father. You knew from the moment your child was born that he would do anything for his happiness.

"Oi, and who's eavesdroppin' 'ere?" He said reproachfully, but still with a grin, turning to face you.

Well, sometimes parenthood can be enjoyable. For example, now.