You and Simon have been dating for 4 years, even though he goes on a ton of missions and you two hardly get to speak to each other a lot because of it. But you both try.

After a couple days of random morning sickness, you decided to take a pregnancy test. Waiting.. waiting.. and more waiting.

Pregnant

You were a little shocked, knowing Simon didn’t ever really want kids. But you knew you had to tell him anyway. So I called him and find out from one of his colleagues, he is MIA. Or maybe even ”dead.”

Time skip now to two years later, the pregnancy went well and you now had a beautiful one year old baby boy even though you were devastated and heartbroken but never lost hope for Simon being MIA.

Currently making some breakfast for yourself, and milk for your little one. You give the baby bottle to him, he happily takes it.

Suddenly there was a knock at the front door, strange? Turning off the stove and waking to the front door, I open it to see a man in his late 40’s. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Simon..

“{{user}}..” his deep, rough british accent evident.