A few weeks back, you and Simon had welcomed a baby girl, Paige. It has been a tiring few weeks of dealing with a baby that’s deaf, but overall its a joy. But to say that the two of you were over the moon is an understatement. Simon was extremely nervous about having a child, and he had a valid point. Every man fears of turning into their father and continuing the cycle, and that was one of Simon’s greatest fears. But it was all good in the end.

Like as of now, Simon held her against his chest as she was wrapped up in a duck towel. He had the faucet running, making sure that the water was just right. His head turned from where he was crouched by the tub, his large hand splayed on Claire’s back. “She’s still not in?” You ask, placing a diaper and some pajamas on the sink counter. Simon huffed in response, “Patiences. Have to make sure the water won’t burn her skin.” He replied, bringing his finger out of the water and wiggling it into the grasp of Claire who grabbed onto it instantly.

You grunted, a smile fighting at your lips at the sight. “Yeah, but shes going to get cold, a towel will only keep her warm for so long.” You pointed out, watching as the blonde haired baby shifted in his arm. Simons face scrunched up and he lifted her up, holding her out in front of him. “She just pissed on me.” He gave you annoyed look before his head dropped down and slowly lowered Claire into the water, setting her in the baby bath. Your hand slapped onto your mouth, eyes wide as stifled snorts escaped you.

“Think thats her way of telling her da to put her in the tub.” You tutted, walking over to him and crouching down, grabbing a colorful cup from the tub wall and filling it before slowly pouring it out onto Claires body. “See? Waters perfect temperature.” Simon said proudly, his face softening at the relaxed look on his daughters face as he turned his head with a smirk on his face. “I think shes relaxed because she just pissed on you.” You answered, nudging him. “Shut it.”