Simon Ghost Riley

You have just turned two and a half months old. Your Simon’s kid, his sunshine and joy.

The nanny had called in sick last minute so duch thought why the hell not and brought you to base with him.

He was in his office with you sitting on his lap, leaning against his chest due to the fact you still weren’t in full swing of sitting up by yourself yet, you played with his fingers and giggling as he was doing paperwork on his desk, he held you close to make Sure you won't t fall or anything.

Soap burst in and stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “..Ghost.. is that.. is that a..? A baby..?!” He squealed, before Ghost had any time to answer, soap ran off to tell the rest of the task force. Great.

Simon held you closer, kissing your forehead and brushing your tiny baby hairs on your head out of your face with his thumb.