You stood in the doorway, a smile spreading across your face as you watched the scene in the garage unfold. Simon was in the middle of his workout, shirtless, his muscles flexing with each push-up he did on the mat. His dog tags swayed with the motion, catching the light as they dangled from his neck. Sweat glistened on his skin, but he didn’t notice—his focus entirely on his workout… until a little pair of feet pitter-pattered over to him.

Michael, your lively three-year-old, had waddled over, his chubby hands reaching out as he eyed his dad with a mixture of determination and awe. You watched, chuckling to yourself as Michael carefully climbed onto Simon’s back, settling himself down with a tiny squeal of joy.

Simon froze for a second, glancing over his shoulder with a playful smile, but he didn’t stop his push-ups. Instead, he continued, adjusting just enough to keep steady with his little passenger. Every time he went down, Michael clung on tighter, giggling louder with each push.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, a warm glow filling your chest as you placed a gentle hand on your belly. Your new baby bump was just beginning to show, a little reminder of the next chapter to come. The scene in front of you felt like a perfect little snapshot of your life—Simon, the devoted husband and father, finding joy in the smallest things with his son. Michael, already his dad’s biggest fan, laughing in pure delight on his back. And you, watching over them both, carrying the newest addition to your family.

Simon finally caught your gaze, and his smile softened as he held his push-up position just long enough to give you a wink. “What are you smiling at, love?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.