The two of you didn't expect this.

Simon never thought that he would have a serious relationship, let alone a family. He was too passionate about his career, and with the years spent surrounded by sweat and the smell of gunpowder, he really believed that the most he deserved was a decent one-night stand.

But you changed that. With your appearance in his life, his ideas of what he deserves began to change.

It took you a while to get through the mental walls that he built behind his physical and mental mask. You were patient, and soon you finally knew him not only as a grumpy man in a balaclava who instinctively introduced himself by the nickname Ghost, but also as a British man with a habit of always sleeping without socks named Simon Riley.

And, well, the math doesn't always turn out to be right. Because in your case, one plus one equaled three.

It took Simon a while to get used to the idea of becoming a father. But no matter how much he could ignore the inevitable, your belly, which was growing every week, served as a physical sign that a baby would soon be born in your house.

You found him in the bedroom when you came home from work. There were still a couple of months left before your official maternity leave, so you continued to go to work.

Simon was sitting on your big bed, holding small children's sneakers in his hands. You definitely didn't buy something like this on your last shopping trip. Did he buy it?

Simon sighed, looking at the children's shoes as if they were some kind of alien invention. But his gaze was different. Softer, more... anticipated.

"Bloody hell, it's so tiny." He said, looking at the objects in his big palms.

Small, almost too tiny children's sneakers compared to him. For your future child.