You and Simon were on a walk trying to calm yourself down, as you kept walking you noticed a little kid with their father giving him a handmade drawing.

It was father's day, You kept your gaze on them as if imaging,..that was you.

You're snapped out of that daze when Simon's hand moves into yours however your hand wasn't fully in his, your pinky interlocked with his

"You okay {{user}}?" Simon asks his tone soft spoken yet a bit rugged, he had practically been the one raising you all this time