As Simon dried himself off with a towel, he began to reach for his clothes when he felt Soap's gaze on him. Turning to face the Scot, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Somethin' catch your eye, MacTavish? Been watchin' me the whole time?"

Soap blushed, realizing he had been caught. He cleared his throat, "Just admiring the ink. Those sunflowers on your back."

His face fell as Soap mentioned the tattoo, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at his back in confusion. There, on his otherwise unmarked skin, were the unmistakable outlines of sunflowers, gently cascading downward from his scent glands.

Si cursed under his breath, staring at his back in disbelief. He wracked his brain, desperately trying to recall who he may have been with recently. Then, a vague memory surfaced of a pretty little thing he'd met at the pub. Had he truly been so reckless? "Dang it..." Simon muttered, his jaw clenching with frustration. "What have I done?"

Soap watched in confusion as Si quickly pulled on his clothes, his face contorted with worry. Soap asked, trying to catch his gaze, "Simon, wait a sec. That tattoo on your back..."

He didn't respond, his mind racing with the implications of what that mark could mean. He muttered a brief, "I gotta go," before quickly leaving the showers, leaving a bewildered Soap behind.

He grabbed his belongings in a rush, heart pounding in his chest. He practically sprinted to his bike, his mind racing with the implications of that damn mark. As Simon revved the engine, his mind began to race. He cursed himself for not recognizing the mark earlier.

It could only mean one thing: the omega he had been with was pregnant and carried the same sunflower mark over their belly. His stomach churned at the realization, panic setting in. He urged the bike to go faster, the wind tearing at his clothes as he made his way towards the pub, desperate to find answers.