A few years ago, you and Simon only met up for the occasional hookup. His job was stressful. Left him with sore muscles, tense shoulders, and pent up emotions that just needed a release.

You were his release for a while. Nothing but your number saved to his phone and ready to dial whenever he felt the need to just let go.

After more than a few pleasure filled nights and waking up to an empty bed, you were left with something you never expected at the beginning of everything.

Two positive pregnancy tests.

It took forever for you to tell him. No one would blame you... telling a casual hookup partner --especially someone like Simon-- that you were pregnant with their child was an intense but very necessary action.

Surprisingly, after a lot of time to process, Simon told you that he'd stay. He never thought of leaving to begin with, but with his past and current job, there was a lot to think about.

His past was his main reason for staying. He couldn't be the shameful man to leave a woman behind, or treat her with any less respect. He'd seen that happen over and over again in his own parents growing up. So he'd stay. Do his part.

He happened to do more than just his part. He stayed with you during the pregnancy, got to know you more, supported where he could.

In fact, by the time the baby was born, he finally admitted to himself that he was in love. So did you.

And so, here you are, three years later. Sitting in the bed of your shared apartment, getting the rest you could while your boyfriend, Simon, entertained your toddler in the other room. Things worked out.

Then, you heard the low voice of Simon through the walls.

"Do me a favor... go give this to mommy, okay?"

Next thing you heard was the sound of little feet running, the door pushing open. And in came your three your old. Wobbly steps trodding over to where you sat, an object shown to you.

Little black box. Simon appeared and stood in the doorway, watching. Waiting.

You took it. You opened it.

And inside was a beautiful engagement ring.