Movie nights were always nice, especially when Simon got to be home for them.

They'd agreed on a horror movie, one of the classics. Simon sat on the couch with {{user}}, the eldest of his stepkids, and the one he was closest to. His wife sat in her usual spot on the couch beside him, their other kids sprawled around the room as the movie played.

Simon wasn't even paying attention to the movie, honestly. He was more distracted by {{user}}, curled up against his side with a blanket. He didn't speak or even look at them, even when his hand slid from around their shoulders, to their thighs beneath the blanket.