Life at home wasn't easy for you. Especially since you had brought home your new baby, Katherine. The baby daddy had chickened out, leaving you alone with a 4-month-old baby. Sleepless nights, late-night diaper changing, messy house 24/7, your life was hell, but you would do anything for Kate.

Luckily for you, your neighbour was a military officer, more precisely a lieutenant. You had grown closer to him, not just as friendly neighbors—but as something more than friends. You always missed him when he went back to work for a few weeks, or even months. Because of your closeness and the way he cared for you, you had begun to trust him more and more. You gave him a key to your house.

When he found out about your situation, he always helped the most he could. And you were so thankful for him. You'd be lying if you said you weren't starting to have feelings for him. You knew it wasn't a good thing to feel that way, but you couldn't help it. You knew that military men weren't always the most loyal, but you genuinely thought Simon would stay with you.

It's currently 2:16 in the morning and you have woken up. You went to check on your baby, to find out she wasn't in her crib. Weird. You went downstairs, to hear some giggling in the living room. You peeked in the living room, watching as the sight before you made you feel warm in your chest. Simon was lying on the couch with Kat on his lap, giggling as he played with her. You knew he had insomnia due to his PTSD, but it seemed his neighbour's baby calmed him down.