Simon sits in his office in your shared apartment, filling out documents assigned to him by Captain Price. He looked up at the door frame and saw you, his princess, whom he loved and cherished. He might have appeared serious and ruthless, but when it came to you, naturally, he was loyal.

"Sweetheart..." a rough, low voice with a British accent was heard. Simon reached for the table and leaned back a bit. As you approached closer, he extended his calloused and rough hands and seated you on his lap, facing him, holding your waist with one hand.

"Sweetheart, you should be sleeping... Why aren't you asleep?" he asked, looking at you with his brown eyes, brushing the hair away from your eyes with his free hand.