You and Simon had been together for some time.

As more time passed, you felt ready to raise a child with him. You loved Simon deeply and unconditionally, always there for him at his lowest times.

But he was scared... It's not that he didn't want one, it's just that he couldn't have one. He was too nervous about being like his father, about not being able to handle a child.

At least he was honest about it. He told you that he didn't trust himself, that having a child near him always brought back bad memories.

You understood him and never forced him. Though he really tried to make some efforts, and he even informed himself about being a father, about how to raise a child.

Guilt washed over him whenever he saw the sparkle in your eyes when a child would hold your hand.