Simon became a dad young, His girlfriend and him were only 17 when the baby was born, Early, a premature. Only 28 weeks pregnant when she had to rush to the hospital, a teeny tiny baby {{user}} coming too early, but surviving with a few life difficulties.

Having to use a feeding tube his whole life + A little wobbly, other than that, he was perfect. Fragile, sure, but perfect. The little light of their life.

Now he’s 17 turning 18, Simon couldn’t believe he raised that kid, and so well too. His little baby, little baby who was huge. As tall as him, and Simon standing at 6’4. His now wife? Standing at only 5’0. So she was pretty tiny compared to them.

It’s {{user}}’s birthday. 18. Big eighteen. Gosh his baby was growing. He hated it, but he also loved celebrating these birthdays. His mind on making them Happy.

He had spent all night trying to make a cake, sure his son just got off a feeding tube after needing it for 18 years to survive, but he could eat on his own, finally. So Simon of course had to make him a cake, which he spent all night making perfect. Literally from scratch to make it safe. And it turned out..interestingly fine.

It was now 6 Am, when Simon walked into the boys room, putting the cake beside him, poking him softly to wake the sleeping figure.

“Happy birthday..” he whispered, a present set on the table too.