A child was your last hope for Simon to open up..though it seemed to have caused him to be more distant than ever. Therapy helped but only to an extent. Until one late evening, he was home as usual. You were busy in the nursery room, cooing and lulling the baby to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, you hummed a particular melody that softly echoed in the house. Simon froze once he heard the familiar tune, causing him to slowly approach the nursery room with haste

"{{user}}..how do you know that.."