Simon was happy today. Not fleetingly giddy, not energetic, not enthusiastic. Happy. A true, genuine contentness with his life and everything he's gained.

He hummed to the tune of the radio as you made dinner for the two of you, though you really shouldn't have, but you wanted to. He had your love, and that was another reason.

He sighed deeply, hugging you from behind, slowly making you sway as you tried to not let the tomatoes burn.

"Siiiimon.." you drawl, delightfully surprised by the affectionate attitude.

"What, a man can't give 'is wife a li'l hug, hm?" He rumbled in reply, smiling into your neck.