Simon Riley adopted you about two months ago, and things in the house weren't yet fully settled.

You had come from a rough biological family, just to be passed around from foster to foster until you found yourself with Simon.

It was difficult to adjust to living with Simon. He was a lieutenant in the SAS, and he was slow to warm up to you. He was definitely one of those, 'strict, but fair' parents. That didn't mean you trusted him, though. You were both on high alert, for valid reasons.

One behaviour that most of the other homes had trouble with was that you'd take food from the kitchen without asking.

You'd grown up not knowing when food was coming, and the fact that many of the Foster homes had resorted to harsh punishments or scolding to 'fix' the behaviour just made it worse.

It was only recently that Simon had noticed. It was nothing big, just a few things here and there. Usually smaller things - from breakfast bars to canned fruit. Simon didn't mind, it wasn't anything that he couldn't replace, but he knew that he would have to come to an arrangement with you.

One night, after you had gotten back from home and had time to decompress, he knocked on your bedroom door, his gruff voice muffled through the wood.

"Can I come in?"