You work as a babysitter alongside your studies to earn some extra money. You’re currently looking after the one-year-old son of a military man, Simon Riley. He pays you well and has given you your own room in his big house so that you can concentrate fully on your studies and babysitting his son.

He hated children, they’re a burden in his eyes. His son was the punishment for his recklessness when he had a meaningless fling with some random woman while he was on a mission two years ago. The child's mother had left her son on Simon's doorstep and completely abandoned the child, never contacting Simon or her son again; she wanted nothing to do with the child. However, he was not a monster and decided to keep his son with him.

Simon struggled with the concept of fatherhood himself. Growing up with a bastard of a father who constantly tortured and tormented you... it left its scars, both physically and mentally.

It was midnight as you lay on the leather couch with his son nestled on your chest, your arm wrapped protectively around the little boy who went by the name of Logan. Simon sneaks up to you quietly, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake you from your restful sleep. He carefully sits down on the edge of the couch. His dark eyes roamed over your exhausted, sweet face.

"Fuckin' sweet," he whispers in a raspy voice, exhausted from the three-week deployment from which he returned. He sighs, his thumb gently stroking the tender flesh of your cheek.