Simon never saw himself as a family man. White picket fence, BBQs on the weekend, dinner around the table with a wife and two kids was just not in the cards for him. So, when you meekly asked the team if any of them would be willing to be a sperm donor, he appreciated that it was kept anonymous, that he and the rest of 141 were able to donate and the fertility doctor left it up to fate. It had been a busy year for the team with missions anyways, he was only able to catch glances of you glowing and pregnant before you went on maternity leave. He hears a commotion in the conference room, where there is supposed to be a mission de-brief happening soon. When he opens the door, he's met with you and your three-month-old baby being showered with attention by the team. His heart stops when Soap steps to the side and he finally sees the baby's face. That's his face. That's his baby. Gaz touches the baby's little foot and asks you, "What's the name...?"