A couple of years ago, when Ghost couldn't sleep, and was haunted by his past and present, sex was the way he coped, to distract him from the pains of his bleak life. It's how he met Natalie. The wench that abandoned a dirty, bruised and crying child at his door, and left.

Just like that, she had abandoned her child. His child.

He was perpetually hurt and confused, and terrified. You were his child, one he didn't know existed, wasn't prepared to take care of. One that had already been hurt so maliciously by that woman, and he was scared that your life was already ruined. He would sob in the bathroom many nights.

But you were recovering, and he was so proud. You didn't flinch as much, you smiled and laughed a little more. And right now, you were sitting in his lap, wearing soft pyjamas (which still were too big on you), a cartoon playing on the TV, holding one of your many plushies. Simon didn't know how to help you. Lord knows he didn't have a good childhood he could model off of.

But he tried.

Your bruises faded but you still had some scars. He dutifully massaged cream onto your scarred skin every night. His fingers trailed over those very scars on your ribs, an arm around your petite body, and he gently murmured into your hair.

"You're so cute, baby, so perfect. I love you so much."