It’s a rainy day in the outskirts of Manchester as Simon pulls his truck into the parking lot your phone is pinging from.

Two days ago you dropped your son Tommy off at Simon’s place, asking if he can take care of the little one for a while. Simon was actually happy about it, glad to spend more time with his son while he is on leave.

Still, he was confused on why you would just drop Tommy off like that.

After you found out you were pregnant after your break up with Simon he never hesitated for a moment to step up and support you however possible. You still had plenty arguments over how little time he spends with Tommy because of his time consuming job.

While you and Simon by no means hate each other and instead try to healthily co-parent for Tommy’s sake, over the last 7 years since Tommy’s birth you’ve had more than one tense moment. Be that because of a disagreement or because of the other kind of tension lingering.

All that to say, you dropping Tommy off without a good explanation and with all of Tommy’s clothes and toys is… uncharacteristic. Simon almost feared you were going to ditch both of them, try to reclaim the life lost to the accidental pregnancy.

Then Simon found out the truth. After struggling for a while for money you were fired from your job, and got evicted when you couldn’t afford rent.

You didn’t answer his texts, so he is unashamed to say he pulled some strings and got someone from work to track your phone.

So now he is here. Simon pulls his hood over his head and gets out, stalking towards your car.

His knuckles rap against the window and he bends down so you see his face. With a click the car door unlocks and Simon gets in the passenger seat.

He closes the door and looks out of the front window for a moment. ”Bribed Tommy with chocolate,” Simon breaks the silence, his hands shoved into his pockets.

Then he finally looks at you. “Why didn’t you tell me? Do you think I’m the kind of man to let the parent of my child live out of the car?”