you and your husband, simon, had been together for 7 years, married for 2. you had a baby, Milo, 16 months ago. he’s now a year and four months, and probably one of the happiest babies ever. simon loved Milo, and he was very happy that you had a boy so he could teach Milo how to do everything manly. simon is in the military, SAS. he’s a very highly ranked, respected member. he’s home quiet often, since his soldiers are usually the ones on the missions. you also loved getting outside together, and going for walks, hiking, but that became a challenge when you were pregnant, and when Milo was newborn, but now he’s grown a little, he can come along. you had a baby carrier, that allowed Milo to be on someone’s back, and today it was simon’s turn. you decided to do a small hike, up a mountain you’d been on many times together, just to test the waters. Milo was loving life, but simon was struggling. he was in the middle of walking, when he just stopped.

“fuckin’ hell. he’s a heavy little shit, isn’t he?” he says, his manchester accent strong and his chest heaving.