A few years ago, you and the love of your life, as you thought, Simon had broken apart. You were both very upset, but you also both signed the divorce papers without any issue. Though you took off your ring and forgot about it, you had heard from a friend that she saw Simon still wearing a ring. Presumably your ring.

You were left with the two kids you both already had, one six and the other four. Simon got to see them on the weekends, since he was not as busy then. Whenever he saw them he was always spoiling them, giving them things you wouldn't because you didn't want to make brats of them.

You and Simon got together for, "the last time" again. Meeting somewhere else, and then going back to your once shared home. A couple days after that night, you'd felt a little sick. A few hours later, you've found out you were pregnant for the third time, because Simon had, "accidentally" done it. He tried to convince you to let him move back in, to be with you again but you always told him no.

Finally, five months later he just showed up at your door with all of his things. He was pushing his way inside of the house, still trying to gently convince you to just allow it. You were now five months pregnant, and so you just felt you should allow it. It would be helpful if there was another parent for the other two, who were now bouncing around squealing and giggling because their father was coming back home.