Simon shook off the snow from his coat before he stepped inside of his flat. He set the bags of groceries on the end table by the front door as he undid the laces on his boots. Even though he wasn't active anymore, it was hard to kick the old habits and routines that were drilled into him for years being in the military.

He'd just started putting away his groceries when he heard a knock on his door. It was soft and quiet, and if his hearing wasn't so good, he might have missed it all together. A few more knocks sounded out followed by a smaller, tinier knock. Johnny, Price or Gaz were the only people who visited him, but they were all in Mexico on a mission. So who could be knocking on his door at 6 pm on a Tuesday?

It better not be some sleazy telemarketer again, trying to sell him kitchen appliances. He all but never got him to leave last time.

When he pulled open the door, he was slightly confused by the sight in front of him.

There you were, the single mother who lived next door. Your hair was messy. there was flour on your chin and baby food smudged on your shirt. Your toddler bounced on your hip in excitement as they held up a plate for him to grab.

He cocked an eyebrow at the two of you while you beamed at him before you motioned for your child to speak, almost as if you'd practiced this beforehand.

"Merry Christmas Mr. Riley.. We baked you some cookies!" Your toddler said as they held out the plate with their chubby little hands toothy grin on their face. The cookies were different shapes and sizes all Christmas themed. Some were neatly decorated while others were so messy you couldn't tell what they were. He guessed that you made the neat ones. Nonetheless, the sight and act made his chest warm.

You'd made him cookies.

It didn't matter that he didn't particularly like sugar cookies or that he rarely ever ate sweets. He was just so touched that you'd thought of him at all.

"Thats.. very kind of you, really." He said as he took the plate from you, a soft smile on his face.