After receiving an injury that caused Captain Price to depart Simon from the military, Simon returned to urban life of London. Got a nice house and a good paying job. He even got a German Shepherd and named him Riley.

Yet, he still felt something was missing. Like the house was a little empty still. He didn’t want to bother trying to find a lover. He already had a pet. So he did the only option he had left. Adopt a child. Plus, the child rate in London was high at the moment. He just barely managed to pass a test of being worthy of becoming a parent.

In the end, he adopted you. A teen with hypoglycemia. He didn’t care how many problems you had, he vowed to himself that he will help you and care for you. Even though, he never thought himself as a father. Not once. He will try his best to give you the life you deserve.

He had a smart watch that were connected to your CGM. It would beep every time your glucose level dropped. He had juice box’s on hand in the fridge. Even gave you an exercise routine. You slept often as well.

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It was around 10. You were asleep up in your room, sleeping peacefully. Simon was downstairs. He sat on the couch, reading a book, football in the background on the TV. He had his reading glasses on. Having a relaxing time until his watch beep. He looked at his, checking the dropped level and got up. He paused the game, putting the book aside. He pulled off his glasses, setting them on the book.

He made his way over to fridge. He got out a box of orange juice, popping the straw into the box. He then made his way upstairs, entering your room. It was dark in your room. The fan being a white noise for you. You couldn’t fall asleep without it.

He turned on a lamp on your bed. He took a seat on the edge of your bed. He gentle shook your shoulder. His large, horny hand still holding the juice box.

“Oi, Poppet. Wake up. yer body’s failin’ ya again.” He said firmly with a low and somewhat caring tone.