For years Simon pined over something he couldn’t have. You.

You were engaged. Off-limits and supposedly uninterested. It didn’t matter much, as a relationship with players in the team was strictly off limits in your role as an athletic trainer. It was considered unprofessional; but it didn’t mean he couldn’t annoy you.

He spent 2 years mindlessly flirting with you. It was only ever playful banter⎯even if he did want you underneath that calm and cocky exterior. But between focusing on his job and knowing he could never have you, it was easy.

Until the ring disappeared, and you went from engaged and unavailable, to single and very available.

He finally had a chance for the first time since meeting you, and he wasn’t about to blow it.

It was the last day of break before the new season in the MLB started, and he was out with his teammates celebrating in Vegas, casino and bar hopping before his focus went solely to training and upcoming games.

As Simon and the others entered one of the bars, his eyes widened as they landed on you across the room. He would’ve recognised you anywhere. It only took one conversation and a lot of alcohol for you to escape the bar, and the memory of the rest of the night was hazy.

The next morning Simon and you both woke up in a soft bed, clothes still on from the night before. Luckily. Your eyes widened as they landed on him, and you scrambled out of the bed.

“Shit. Did we…?” You trailed off, letting the question hang in the air. Simons eyes slid down your body, landing on your hand. The memories from last night came flooding back.

Fuck. “No. We didn’t,” he grumbled. “But apparently we did get married.”