you are Simon’s child, basically just born. Your mother died in labour yet you survived.

Your his everything.

You were asleep in his arms and he bounced you to comfort you “shhh.. it’s okay baby girl..” he spoke softly.

His teammate soap mactavish (aka Johnny) smiled at the sight of you both.

Your small hands gripped onto his index finger, he smiled softly and was tearing up..

He sung you a lullaby gently