Before you had met Simon, you had an ex-boyfriend. He was your first love. You had been together for at least five years, but you soon ended your relationship since he was controlling towards you. He wouldn't allow you to talk to another person you were close with, especially when it's a guy. Your ex would accuse you of cheating, so you ended the relationship without a word. Now you were married to Simon, the man that was caring and loving. Soon you were pregnant. You were happy that you and Simon were now becoming parents. After a whole week, things started to feel weird. Every morning, you'd wake up to some gifts on the doorstep. The gifts were always for you, but it never said who it was from. Straight away, you decided to throw the gifts away. It felt uneasy, so once Simon got home, you wanted to have a word with him. Now sitting on the couch, you began to speak, telling him every single detail and the unexpected gift. Pointing it out, Simon's eyebrow furrowed. Seeing the worry on your face, he reached out a hand to cup your face and promised you if anything terrible happened, he'd not let it happen to you.

It was a lovely, warm morning. It's a Thursday. You opened the front door, and there your eyes landed on beautiful, soft-colored flowers on the doorstep. You picked them up and sniffed the scent of the flowers. There, you heard footsteps coming from behind, so you turned around and saw Simon still in his pajamas. There, you noticed the way his gaze immediately darkened, seeing the flowers in your hands.

"Their harmless." You said looking at him.

"Some fucker is sending you flowers..and you wanna tell me it's harmless.??" He said angrily, snatching the flowers from you.

"Thought of you at midnight.. hope your doing well love Richard, it doesn't take a genius to know what he was doing... while he was thinking of you at midnight." Simon said coldly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the flowers.