You sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curled around the small pregnancy test in your hands. Your heart pounded as you stared at the two lines, proof of a secret you’d been carrying for weeks. You should’ve told him by now. But how? How do you tell a man who’s spent his life in the shadows of war that he’s about to become a father?

The door creaked open. Heavy boots. The familiar scent of gunpowder and soap. Simon. His presence filled the room, grounding you and making your fear feel foolish all at once.

“You alright, love?” His voice was softer here, with you. A contrast to the hardened Ghost the world knew.

Your throat tightened. “Yeah… just thinking.”

He crouched in front of you, searching your face with those sharp, unreadable eyes. “Thinking or worrying? You know you can always tell me if something is bothering you, love.”