The two of you were summering in your ancestral home on your offs, with your parents and relatives and siblings, and Simon was surprised to see a warmer, kinder side to you away from conflict and threat of war.

The house was amok with your younger cousins and nieces and nephews, and he was delighted to find that they loved you. You were so sweet to them, it made his heart melt, and an idea of having your own little tots spring in the back of his mind.

In the early morning, the two of you were having tea in the open terrace, and one of the mentioned nieces, not more than six or seven, peeped out of the door, seeking consolation for her stubbed toe.

".. auntie {{user}}?" she squeaked, with adoration and respect worthy of a trusted parent.