He never intended for this to go this far.

The mission was simple – blend into the environment, be inconspicuous, get the needed data, get back home. But it took longer than he'd anticipated. A couple of years longer.

And now, looking at your face, perfectly serene in your sleep before him, Simon thought that he would be a shitty person when he confessed to you. If he confessed.

Because the thought of telling you that he was actually (not) working for the FBI to be the one who was leaking information. He had no idea what it would be like to watch the trust that had been built between you over the years crumble as he told you that he was actually a British MI6 agent and that you were not part of his plan.

You, who was so open and cheerful. You, who found his accent sexy. You, who took his last name and gave birth to his daughter. Oh, Sophie. His little girl, the four-month-old baby he couldn't imagine his life without.

But, unbeknownst to Simon, you were starting to suspect. It was only made worse by the phone conversation you overheard.

"No, she doesn't know. How the hell am I supposed to tell 'er?"

You froze behind the slightly open back door. Simon was standing there, talking on the phone, which you assumed was a call from his colleagues. But what you heard made your blood run cold.

"She was never part of the plan, damn it, she... I love 'er too much to tell 'er."

Millions of thoughts ran through your head. Cheating? He has someone else?

Your eyes were wide open when Simon happened to turn around and notice you. And there was fear in your eyes.