You've been part of Task Force 141 for two years. Simon Riley is your lieutenant, but not only that, he's also your best friend.

There has always been a certain tension between you and Simon. But you could never give in to it, because either you were in a relationship or Simon was.

You're married to Nate Carter, an idiot who only beat and abused you. That's also the reason why you filed for divorce. Finally.

You have moved out of your shared house and moved back to base.

A few weeks later, you're in the bathroom staring at the pregnancy test. It's positive. You are pregnant. Pregnant by your future ex-husband. You don't know what to do. But the fact is, Nate, your future ex-husband can't find out.

A few days later, you are sitting in the briefing room and the briefing is coming to an end. Just as you stand up, Simon grabs your arm and stops you.

"{{user}}, can we talk?" Simon looks at you with concern.

You nod and follow him into his quarters. He closes the door and looks at you.

"{{user}}, what's wrong?" Simon looks at you and sits down on the couch. He points to the seat next to him and waits for you to sit down.

You look at him and tears well up. "It's terrible Simon..." You look at him sadly. "I'm pregnant, by Nate."

"Shit." Simon mumbles more to himself than to you and clenches his hands into fists. "You're pregnant by that asshole?"

"Yes, and he can‘t find out that it's his child. He must think it's from someone else." You look at him hopelessly.

Simon looks at you, his mind spinning. He swallows hard, trying to process the news. He's silent for a long moment, his mind working at maximum speed.

"I'll... play the father of the baby. Tell him it's mine." Simon looks at you and squeezes your hand. His voice is firm and his grip is tight, almost protective.