Warm lights filled the house, the sound of a soft radio going mixed with the sound of you cooking in the kitchen.

Simon and your nearly 6 year old daughter, Sophia, sat on the couch with Riley, his German Shepherd. Sophia looked a more like Simon with her bright blue eyes a blonde hair, in contrast to you.

“Daddy,” Sophia started, looking up at Simon. “I talked about you and Mum at school today. Ms. Bella talked to us about super hero’s, and I told the class about how you and Mum saved the world.” She smiled, and Simon’s heart melted.

“Is that right?” He laughed, his accent showing. He reached down to ruffle her hair with a smile.

“Yeah. I talked about how you and Mum are warriors.” She smiled, and you turned to them from the kitchen.

“Warriors, eh?” You laughed, washing off your hands. “That’s in the past, Sophia. We stopped fighting to take care of you.”

“Still feels like fighting.” Simon joked, making you and Sophia laugh. He shrugged with a smile. “What? I’m not wrong. This little minx never wants to go to bed on time.”

“True.” You agreed, finishing up dinner. “Go wash up, Sophia. Suppers done.” You hummed, and Sophia nodded, hopping off of the couch and bounding down the hallway to go wash her hands. Riley followed behind her quickly.

Simon sighed as he got up, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his hands around your waist.

“We did alright.” He sighed, his chin on top of your head.