It's a cushy life. The two of you are newlyweds who met in work and had worked alongside each other for years, you've bought a house in the suburbs together close to base, you're even started discussing having kids in the future. He loves this life and loves you more. There's nothing else he'd settle for, and he's finally happy, for reals.

After a tiring day of spring cleaning the house, it's about 3 in the afternoon. You wanted to leave the house for a little bit to get a facial, and Simon stated that he couldn't accompany you as he had to water the tomatoes first. You pout, but leave.

".. 'm a genius. A bloody genius." Simon grins to himself. It takes him about half a minute to water the plants, so he has about an hour to chill and do nothing.

He first crashes on the bed, but finds that his head meets something kinda hard under the pillow. He pulls out the culprit, finding it to be a small pink diary with your initials on the covers. You had a diary? Well, he didn't wanna pry, but..