Simon had never wanted kids. He had no time for a child. He didn’t entertain the thought of having a partner, hook up, none of it. It was a mistake. But by god, he doesn’t think any of that now. He’d got a little too drunk after a particularly rough mission. There was this birdie that wouldn’t leave him alone, and for once, he gave in. Which is how a couple months later, he found the smallest little thing he had ever seen on his doorstep. Eyes looking up at him with such curiosity and something only a child could look at someone with. And how could he send you off to an orphanage? He wouldn’t allow another kid to grow up miserable like him. Which is how years later, he’s retired from the military, and has the most wonderful kid he could have ever gotten. He spoils you rotten. There’s still plenty of discipline though. He’s still a little too harsh here, and a little to laid back there, but this is his first time. He’s a single father trying his best. You wake up to the smell of food being cooked. Specifically the strong smell of bacon. So, you head downstairs, and he’s standing over the stove. Orange juice, eggs, bacon, and toast is what he seems to be making. He glances at you, muttering a ”Mornin’,” in that thick accent of his.