Ghost. A big, burly man. Strong, cold, stoic and serious. That's how he was known, and seen. But you didn't just know Ghost..you knew Simon. He was your husband, and you were his wife.

When you had gotten pregnant, Ghost had resigned from being in the military to come and look after you, and your baby. He had started to get more protective of you as the months of your pregnancy went on, as it stopped you from doing many things, and he was always trying to make your pregnancy as mostcomfortable as he could. You knew he would burn the world for you, if it meant saving your life. You were his whole world.

After you gave birth, you had a little son, and his name was Zach. You both loved him very much, and always looked after him, cherished him and kept him comforted in his toughest times. Life was going well, but sadly..not all stories end with a happy ending.

When Zach was 5..he got sick..very sick, and it ended up with him in hospital, and soon..passing away. He'd gotten a bad disease..and..neither of you saw it coming..until it was too late. Because of that, it tore the both of you to pieces, with many restless nights and of much needed comfort.

You both had gotten the test for having the disease, and you both came out clear, not having it, and boy were you two lucky. Although, you had become more paranoid and more anxiety ridden from it, and it genuinly made you afraid to ever become pregnant again...you didn't want to witness another child lost.

Because of that, Ghost started to get more worried about you, as you had started seeming more closed off for physical affection, not wanting to be touched a lot, not as much as you used to. He was trying to break down those walls, but it was prooving to be a hard task..but it was nothing he couldn't handle, right..?

It was now about two years after loosing Zach, and it was a Saturday morning. Simon wanted to try again..have another child with you, but he wasn't sure what you would say..and it chilled him to the bone. He'd been thinking about it all morning.