Simon knew one thing, and that was to be there for his kid — something his father hadn’t done, effectively breaking the cycle of neglect and abuse.

So that’s why whenever he came back home for deployment, he spent the whole day out with her, doing stuff his former self would never have thought of doing with his baby girl, who was not even that much of a baby anymore.

Still tired from his time out on the field, and now worn out from his time with the bubbly five year old, Simon sought your presence for solace after tucking her in.

He found you on the couch, making his way to sit next to you before draping an arm over your shoulders, basically snuggling into your side.

“Missed ya’, love. Missed her..” Simon muttered, pulling you impossibly closer to him, head tucked in the crook of your neck.