You and Simon were teenage sweethearts and have been together since you were fourteen and sixteen. Three years ago you got married in a little alter facing the sea in Cyprus.

About two years ago you started trying to get pregnant. Miscarriage after miscarriage and eventually trying fertility boosters, you got pregnant, and it stuck. However, it wasn’t easy, your pregnancy was long and hard, you felt sick all the time and then suffered with preeclampsia.

The entire labour was tough and complicated, thirty-two hours of pure agony, a failed epidural and a third degree tear brought you the most gorgeous little girl ever, {[Insert your own name]}.

Three days later you got to go home, however, Simon couldn’t sleep at all, too worried about his girls, eventually resorting to standing on your side of the bed and watching both of you.