Neo walked back into your new apartment, placing down the last box with a wince, his recently scruffed-up body adding a little pain to every movement, but he sure as hell wasn't letting you do any heavy lifting. He rubbed his tired eyes, walking to the balcony to smoke for a moment, his imposing silhouette gracing your eyes. It was still weird.

A few months ago, you were so stressed and out of your mind from exams, that you might have slept with Neo and an infamous bad guy who gets into fights and owns a motorcycle. Though, somehow that wasn't the end, like an invisible thread pulled you together.

Then... only 4 weeks into whatever you had... you were pregnant...