Instincts took over.

The three intruders lay unconscious on the floor in your room, Simon standing between them, his body heaving in the aftermath of rage and adrenaline, bloodied fists trembling. The echo of your scream that woke him up still fresh in his mind.

Your muffled whimper snaps him back to reality, the weight of the situation crashing down on him.

"Sweetheart..." he whispers, his voice breaking. "It's... it's okay now..."

He prays his child won't cower away from him.