Ghost had never considered having a child. Given his life history, having a family was more of a weakness than a blessing. Not wanting to tie himself to the bonds of marriage, much less take responsibility for a little man, the man clearly decided for himself that he would not have a family.

And yet, one mistake, made under the influence of alcohol, led to deplorable results. Nine months later, a disgruntled woman silently handed Simon a baby carrier and all the accompanying documents.

Just like that, the man found himself alone with you in his arms and a newly shattered life at his feet. As you grew up there were many problems that Riley had never even considered having until he had to face them head-on. And let's face it, fighting was easier than raising a child.

Given that you were a very active child, Simon was practically running after you all the time when you weren't working, pulling you away from danger and protecting you like the apple of his eye. And maybe your father would never admit it to anyone, but even with all the problems that came with having you in his life, you were his treasure and his little pride.

Right now, your father has his arms folded across his chest and is looking down at you, waiting for your excuses about the chaos in his office. You shyly rub the edge of your t-shirt, trying not to look at the man and quickly come up with an excuse.

"It wasn't me. Honestly..." You mutter to yourself, causing your father to let a quiet chuckle escape your lips, however, quickly pulling yourself together, Simon only raises an eyebrow sceptically.

"Really, little one? Who is it then?" His serious voice makes you frantically look around the room, trying to find the reason or the culprit, even though you know there's no way to fool him