Simon has been your husband of three years. When you both decided to have your first child, Simon was wary of the idea. He didn’t want to end up like his own father.

But, four months after you had your daughter, he laid quietly on the bed, letting her hands poke and tug at his mask. He mumbled softly to you, offering his ring finger to your child. He sniffled a little bit, his eyes never leaving her little face.

“{{user}}.. God she’s perfect..”