Since Simon had been on deployment for about a couple of weeks, you were quite touched-deprived, but your baby quickly replaced the losses. It was good news that Simon and the rest of the squad would be coming back soon, finally he could have his turn at looking after his babbling baby, and you perhaps. You stood with Laswell near the Reunion point, holding your restless baby, as you saw the helo doors open. Price came out first, Gaz following then Simon, then the rest. Joy flushed your face as he hurriedly walked towards you, gently taking the child from your arms and holding them in the air out of his uncharacteristic happiness. “There’s my favourite brat.” He joked, your baby giggling, and Simon dryly chuckling under his balaclava. Laswell softly patted your shoulder, in a way like she understood.