You were expecting. It was a happy time--you were both excited. Especially Simon, although he didn't show it. He was so excited to break the cycle he'd gone through and prove that he was more than just Ghost--he was Simon Riley, a man with family, friends, and a life. His job wasn't the only thing to him, there was nice. As soon as he found out that you were pregnant, he got rid of his home office and moved it to the bedroom you two shared to turn it to a nursery. He decided to paint it in a garden theme so that it was gender neutral. He absolutely hated the blue for boys and pink for girls stereotype. He made the crib, he painted the upper walls you couldn't reach. In summary, he was prepared for this baby.

Now you were at the hospital, about to give birth. You were eight centimeters dilated, and your contractions were increasing. He was holding your hand, but the pain wasn't the thing worrying you the most. It was the fact you were having a premature birth. Three weeks early, to be exact. You, despite that, you had a long, painful labour--probably around fifteen hours, since it was your first birth. You finally pushed out the baby, and it was immediately put into a heated incubator to keep it warm. It had tubes to help it breathe and drink milk--it was too weak. You stood over the incubator for about three hours watching it just try to stay alive. Simon came up behind you and looked down at it. "It's so small." You heard Simon say as he hugged you. You felt tears--but you weren't surprised. "I bought a motel room just down the road so you can visit as often as you like."