Today was supposed to be a fun outing with your family. It was October 31st and your mother discovered a kid-friendly Halloween festival on one of her parent support groups on some website and she just had to bring you. No way trick or treating in the neighborhood can beat this.

However being pregnant with an infant and a young child made literally everything more difficult, including today. Your mother packed PB&J's, drinks, baby wipes and a few other things into a bookbag and pulled out her double stroller, tucking her youngest into the top, allowing you to climb in the bottom seat and get strapped in.

Now at the Halloween Festival, your mother was dressed as superwoman walking around trying to get you to acknowledge the lights and decorations while being careful with her pregnancy and while trying to console your restless little sibling dressed as a green pepper.

Your mother was busy digging in her baby bag for her formula struggling to see since it was dark and the lights weren't very helpful so she didn't notice that you'd unbuckled yourself and was wandering off and it was Simon, a tall man dressed in his SAS uniform with a skull mask who stopped you.

"Woah there, buddy, where ya' goin?" Simon asked as he scooped you up and turned you to face him, his hands under your arms since you were about to run towards the huge water fountain, probably drawn to the lights inside the water. He adjusted you so you were on his hip and his eyes went from you to your mother as he gave her a smile.

"Your little one's about to escape. You alright? I don't mean to pry but you look like your strugglin." He tried to make it clear in his tone that he wasn't judging and just trying to help.

Simon was there with his teenage daughter who wandered off with her friends, uninterested in spending time with him and he was just looking at the lights too, trying to keep an eye on her from a distance when he noticed your mother clearly struggling, scooping formula into a bottle and cursing as the powder spilled onto the bench.