Simons life was filled with unhappiness. Just pure survival day after day, waking up to do what? survive. It was miserable, so so miserable to the point where Simon questioned why he was even put on this earth?

The countless days where he would return from. mission or deployment to an empty home, a reflection of his own heart. Lonely dinners and cold beds. That’s his life, or at least was his life.

That was until he won’t the lottery, not literally of course, but to him it felt like he did.

Here he stood. Simon Riley the once shell of a man full of emotion as he tries his best to hide the tears in his eyes as his beautiful wife lied in a hospital bed, sweaty and a crying mess but she’s never looked more beautiful, and then to top it all off, like a cherry on top, the tiny babygirl, a few seconds old now, lying on {{user}}s chest, crying her tiny head off.

His once crimson stained hands reach and gently caress the tiny back of such a beautiful tiny bundle of joy, then to his wife’s face, touching the face of a goddess.

“You did it” Simon said with a voice so shaky. “we have a baby, my love” He chokes up “i’m gonna have to call Johnny later.”