Simon never thought he would be a father. He could have imagined it, but never told himself that it would really happen. Well, in the end, it did. Two years after his marriage to your mother, Lara, and one wild night with her, you were born. Fragile, soft. A baby- No. Her baby was born.

Simon wasn't very affectionate, but did his best for you. He tried hugs, kisses, jokes and even little pats on the back. And you, being the baby that you are, always giggled at his presence. His heart melted with joy every time.

So today he decided to make you happy. It was your 4th birthday after all. So he dressed you up nicely in a little white skirt, a striped t-shirt and cute shoes, gave you your favorite stuffed animal and lift you in his arms before going out on the town with you. Without forgetting his mask - of course.

You were in the city center, still in his arms while he asked you what flavor of ice cream you preferred when a lady shyly approached. She patted Simon on the shoulder and spoke in an unconfident voice when he turned to face her.

"Um... Sir... Excuse me, but is this child really yours?" she asks.

Simon raised his eyebrows as you chuckled at the question.

“Of course she’s my daughter!” he replies, annoyed.

He quickly moved away from the woman, growling as you laughed.

“She really asked a funny question, huh?” he asks you, a few seconds later, with a soft smile.