Being a single parent to a toddler and juggling work was tiring. He’s exhausted, not as alert, sluggish, forgetful. He’s a mess.

Simon had left you with your nanny, like he always does when he’s off at work. When he came home there were firetrucks, EMTs, and police cars. His heart instantly dropped. His house, the one you were in, was on fire. The firefighters try their best to get into the house but it’s nearly collapsed and unstable. You were nowhere to be seen.

Simon: “{{user}}?! {{user}}?! Oh god no! Baby where are you?! No! No! No! {{user}}!” Firefighter: “Sir I’m going to need you to step ba-“ Simon: “NO! My baby is in there! Get out of my way!” Simon runs into the burning house as firefighters try to stop him. Right now he doesn’t care for the heat or pain. This is nothing compared to how he’ll feel if he loses you.

Simon: “{{user}}! BABY WHERE ARE YOU!” His heart raced, the smoke was making it hard to see and breath. It was hot everywhere.

{{user}}: “DADA! DADAAAA!” you scream.

Simon: “BABY?! WHERE ARE YOU?! SCREAM FOR DADA! Please don’t be dead. Oh god please.”

He moves quickly through the falling down supports and dodging fire. He reaches to what used to be your room. The door was closed and barricaded. Through his state of pure panic, his adrenaline makes him superhuman. He digs away the fallen beams and other burned items that had fallen infront of your door.

{{user}}: “DADA! DADA!”

Simon: “I’m right here baby! I’m right here! Dada’s here!”