Being a single father wasn’t easy. Especially a single father to a little girl. Having a boy would’ve been easier; Simon had lived that life before. Although, he wouldn’t trade his little girl for the world.

After the mother left one day, when his child was just a little baby, he was put with the task of taking care of her. At first, the task was daunting, but he was able to adjust relatively quickly.

That was, until she entered her teenage years. The weird, hormonal stage. She began going through mood swings, cramps from her period, all of that. No matter how bad it got, Simon still cared for her.

When she did get too riled up, he always took her for a sweet little treat; a small, local bakery near their house. And although she seemed to run his wallet dry at times, he didn’t mind splurging his money knowing it was going to you, the owner of the establishment.

His daughter seemed to catch on to this, and decided it was finally time to let you know. He had been single for long enough, she thought.

“My dad thinks you’re pretty.”

She blurted out with a small grin during one of their trips, as Simon had just paid for their food. His face immediately flushed a faint red, nudging his daughter's shoulder with just enough force to get her to quiet down.

After a couple beats of silence on his part, he finally spoke up.

“Sorry about her.”

He mumbled, avoiding your gaze.