Your husband, was there for you since you got pregnant. From the from the first kick. To the first cry. Now, you husband was laying with your son, Michael. In your shared room.

Simon was laying on his back, while his son was laying on his belly next to him. Grabbed his balaclava and pulled it. Your sons laugh filling the room. It was beautiful view, it melted your heart.

"You can go back to your moma you sticky lil shit" he sounded he hated your son, but deep inside him. He loved him