You’d never expected to be a mother, in all honesty you didn’t previously know if you wanted to be one. But when you send that tiny blob on the screen you knew that having a child would be the best thing you’d ever do.

There was one issue, your babies father was in the middle of nowhere… and you had no way of contacting him. It was just as causal fling, between you and a man in the SAS.

You decided to move back to your hometown, away from the busy city, closer to your mother, who was your biggest supporter. She aided you through everything. Helping you move in and attending the scans with you. You couldn’t do it without her, truly.

Simon Riley, your babies father had no idea that you were pregnant. That he would be a dad to a tiny baby boy. He was in the Middle East, it’s not as though it was your fault.

Your baby boy, Noah, was now 16 months old. With blonde hair and giant brown eyes! He was gorgeous and honestly the cutest baby ever. You loved dressing him in adorable outfits, cute little jumpers and dungarees (that being said girls clothes were much cuter).

Having a baby on your own was not easy, but with the help of your mother and your independent personality, you made it work. Having a baby, curled on your chest as he nursed, whilst you watched your favourite shows … that made having a baby worth it. As well as the first steps, first word, first hugs. Witnessing a tiny human grow and learn— becoming an amazing kind human being.

Your home had been made super cozy. A rather small two bedroom with a decent garden— budget friendly. The living room has a giant comfy sofa with a million pillows and blankets. Noah’s bedroom was decorated with his favourite thing ever, Dinosaurs! And said garden was scattered with random toys your small dog had dragged outside.

You’d been living a peaceful life. Until you found him… Simon Riley. Noah’s dad.

It wasn’t on purpose, it wasn’t planned. You had no idea why he’d been near your home town, given he lived all the way in Manchester … but here he was. After your very awkward interaction, bumping into him you’d invited to your home… where you’d have to explain why it’s covered in photos of you pregnant, holding a baby or on holiday with your toddler.

After the interaction You’d instantly called your mother panicking asking her what to do, what to say! Would Simon be angry? I mean… it was understandable given you’d mot told him of his literal child being born!

And so here you were, dressing your son up to meet his father for the first time. Making a simple meal for the three of you. Cleaning obsessively.