“{{user}}?” A familiar tone called out your name, the masculine voice holding huskiness and a hint of confusion. Simon stood there, a hoodie over his head, hand to his ear, before he hung up the call and approached you with long strides. Those familiar pair of hazel eyes stared into yours, confused, seeking explanations, as if he was about to break in any moment.

He was taller, more muscular, his facial features more defined and masculine, a light stubble that made him look more mature and handsome. Your Simon Riley was back.

Two years. Two long and crucial years passed since the day he left for a long term deployment, with no communication between. Your love for him was so deep that you couldn’t just hold him back from his job, so with your heart in your throat and a hidden positive pregnancy stick at home, you let him go. When I come back, I’ll marry you. He had promised you, and when he truly came back, there was no trace of you in the hometown.

Simon looked for you desperately, hoping that you were okay, that you hadn’t forgotten his promise, and destiny led him to you, finally. Sitting in a park with a little child on your lap, a tiny carbon copy of you with hazel eyes and light hair, you stared back at him. It couldn’t be possibly you, not with a baby. But you didn’t have any ring on your fingers, no sign of a possible commitment.. yet. “A baby?”