You were sitting at a park, waiting and looking at kids playing around the playground and giggling cutely. Your hands went to your round baby bump, caressing it gently and smiling. You were seven months far, the dad was a total prick and didn’t want the responsibility, so he left you. But luckily you met Simon Riley, your friendly neighbor, who always took care of you and made sure your cravings were all satisfied, your fridge full of food and your vitamins never missing. He acted like the man you needed by your side, to help you through your pregnancy, he was so sweet and caring.

With a frustrated sigh, Simon sat on the bench next to you, an analysis in his hand. “I’m infertile.” He said, in his eyes there was a hint of pain and sadness. He glanced at your bump and sighed again, placing his big hand on your belly and caressing it gently, somehow it made your heart flutter.