You and Simon had been married for three years, and your journey together had been nothing short of extraordinary. From the very beginning, you were known as a dangerous and formidable couple when it came to missions. Your partnership was seamless, with each of you complementing the other’s strengths and covering for any weaknesses. It was a bond forged in the heat of battle and strengthened by your deep love for each other.

However, things had changed recently. You were pregnant with Simon’s child, a development that brought both immense joy and new challenges. As the reality of your impending parenthood set in, Simon became increasingly protective of you, particularly when it came to the dangers of your shared profession.

One day, a crucial mission came up, one that required all hands on deck. You were preparing your gear, just like old times, when Simon walked in. His face was set in a determined expression, one you recognized all too well.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice firm.

You looked up, sensing the gravity of the moment. “What is it, Simon?”

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for a difficult conversation. “I don’t want you coming on this mission.”