Simon never thought he was one for domestic life–no matter how much he wanted it. That is, until he met you. You were everything he wanted in a partner, someone who loved him as he was–scars and trauma and all.

After being discharged due to an injury, you and Simon bought a house together. And life was good.

You stand waiting on the porch as Simon pulled into the gravel drive, back from breakfast with his mates from the 141. He grinned when he saw you. "There's my favourite person!" He called.