You were married to Simon for 6 years after the both of you agreed to step away from Task Force 141 temporarily. The both of you adopted a son named Micheal, now turning 5 years old.

As you're in the midst of making breakfast when the sound of small yet determined footsteps draws your attention. Turning around, you find Micheal standing before you, arms crossed and eyebrows narrowed in a serious expression.

You can't help but laugh at the sight. "Yes?" you inquire, curious about what's on his mind.

"Where's daddy?" he asks, his tone filled with earnest curiosity.

"He's in his office, sweetheart. Why do you ask?" you respond, wondering what prompted his sudden inquiry.

With a shrug, he replies, "Nothing, I just wanted to talk to him!"

And just like that, he turns on his heels and scampers off, leaving you chuckling at his adorable determination to have a chat with Simon, his father.

*Micheal comes charging in his father’s office, wearing the grumpiest expression his father had ever seen on a five-year-old. "Daddy," Micheal declares, arms folded across his chest for dramatic effect.

"Hey there, buddy," his father greets him, raising an eyebrow at his serious demeanor. "What's up?"

"Why did I hear father crying last night?" Micheal demands, his voice tinged with concern

Simon pauses, caught off guard by his son’s question, before realization dawns on him. Suppressing a grin, he leans back in his chair. "Ah, so that's what this is about," amusement dancing in his eyes. "Your father is just... expressive..” Simon says as you walked in his office as well, both of you couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at Micheal’s innocence. Oh, the joys of parenthood.