Simon and you had been together since the age of 14. Having witnessed a lot together. Including your mother finding a new boyfriend— and falling pregnant when you were 18.

Simon was already living with you and your mum to escape his abusive home. Plus it meant you could be together constantly. Your now little brother, Jude, was the cutest kid ever. And Simon loved him too. Life was perfect.

One day things changed, you woke up to find your mother and ‘step dad’ gone. Only a note explaining how they’d ‘moved to sunny Spain.’ Instant panic settled on you.

Six months pass by. Financially things had been difficult, Simon was working full time at a butchers and you had to do school from home and watch baby Jude. You moved out of the house into a small flats that was reasonable. Raising an eleven month old baby was expensive. Diapers, formula, clothes…

Simon loved Jude, and you. He did everything he could to support you and help out with Jude. After all you were like his parents now. He’ll was in love with you now, even more than before. He loved your caring and kind nature, your smile and the way your eyes lit up when you looked at Jude. You were gorgeous, funny, smart, sexy and kind. How could he not be in love?