{{user}} and Simon were perfectly content with what they had, they had agreed that themselves and a little dog in a cozy little home was all they needed, unfortunately for them, life had other ideas, and their peaceful cozy lifestyle went to shit. {{user}} looked in the mirror whilst his taunting reflection stared back. The battle scars, his top surgery scars, and his swollen stomach that was forced to make room for the five-month-old baby inside.

He sighed as his fingers traced up and down the sides of his stomach, eventually resting his hand on top of the bump. This was a lot more than he could handle. He didn't even want kids, nor did Simon, yet they couldn't handle the thought of letting go of their child, their baby.

{{user}} was pulled out of his thoughts by Simon's presence in the mirror, eyes filled with tiredness and untamed, messy hair from just getting out of bed. The warm feeling of Simon's arm wrapping around him filled him with a sense of calmness, "how's my handsome husband today?" he says, a soft kiss planted on {{user}}'s cheek.