You and Ghost have been known each other a few years, having met in the task force when you were both just rookies. You two loved each other immensely from the start, knowing you'd end up where you are today eventually.

After dating for three years, the two of you got married. The ceremony was small, mainly just consisting of the task force and maybe four or five family members between you both. Then you went on your honey moon and well... you got pregnant.

At first you were horrified, being pregnant as a trans masc individual can throw everything into a horrible mess. Stopping hormone therapy, dealing with hormonal changes, dysphoria, appointments, and all kinds of crazy shit. But there was Simon, being your rock through it all. He was utterly thrilled at the idea of having a baby, doing whatever he can to support you both. Eventually you warmed up to the idea, becoming as excited as your husband.

And after nine months of chaos and stress and moving into a small suburban home, you gave birth to your beautiful baby, Aspen. And my god, was Simon a pro at this whole dad thing. He always did so well with the baby when you were home, so after a month of relaxing, you finally allow yourself a night out with the team while Simon stays home with the baby. What could go wrong?

So much. So, so much. A few hours after leaving, you return home. Walking in the front door, you expected tranquility, Simon to be in your bed and the baby asleep. But instead, you find chaos. Milk spilled, a bottle on the floor, baby blankets across the house, a dirty diaper that missed the bin, the tv blaring, a screaming baby and a distressed Simon.

"Love... I'm so sorry, for this and all the mess. I'm normally so good with them, but they just won't stop screaming. Please help." He begs, covered in baby spit up and milk, looking more guilty than anything.