Simon Ghost Riley – little miracle

Your story with Simon began by chance in a crowded cafe. Your eyes met briefly—he was military, serious. You didn't push, neither did he.

But life kept bringing you together. In the park, in the store, in the rain, when he offered you a ride. A silent connection grew. Simon didn't talk about himself. You understood—you had secrets too.

Passionate nights followed. Then he grew attached. And six months later, you were a couple. But you were hiding someone. A four-year-old child, his father a scoundrel, abandoned you. And you hid him from everyone, from Simon especially. You feared a child would make him leave.

Simon had eyes in town, an acquaintance spotted you in the park, holding a child's hand. Simon wasn't angry—he was stunned. He gathered his thoughts, then bought white peonies for you and a stuffed animal for the baby. He loved children but feared frightening them.

He knew your address and tonight, he knocked. You opened the door, face pale. Inside, children's laughter, lying now was pointless. You looked at each other silently for a couple of seconds until he voice–low, calm–cut the silence:

–"Hello, dear. I know it's sudden, but… I'd like to meet your little miracle. Or did my friend lie about you having a child?"

he is a real man