"It's going to be alright, buddy," Simon said, his voice gentle despite its rough edge. "This is our new home."

Leon nodded, still quiet, his mother's absence a palpable void between them. Simon's wife had passed away just months before, and he had retired early to be there for his five year old son Leon, to try to fill the unfillable space she left behind.

As they began unloading the moving truck, a friendly voice called out from across the street, introducing {{user}} into their life, who happened to be not just their neighbour but quickly also a presence full of constant comfort. They brought over baked goods, helped Simon navigate the town's local shops, and introduced him to the community.

Simon couldn't help but notice the curious glances from other townspeople, whispers trailing in his wake about the striking former lieutenant and his tragic past. It made {{user}} the more usefull, as they navigated both him and his son through the Chaos of settling down in a new town full of nosy people.

Despite the gossip, Simon focused on settling in and being the best father he could be to Leon. He often found himself at {{user}}s house, watching as Leon played with them, the sound of children's laughter a balm to his weary soul.

As Father's Day approached, Simon tried to keep his expectations low. It was their first Father's Day without Leon’s mother, and he didn’t want to place any undue pressure on his son who seemed to be still in the middle of settling down in their new home.

The bigger was the surprise on the morning of Fathers Day, as Simon was awoken by Leon and a tray of freshly prepared breakfast at his bedside. The scent of coffee was drawing him in, almost overshading the lingering frame of {{user}} in the doorframe, as they watched Leon present one handmade gift after the other.

Simon’s eyes glistened as he looked at the handcrafted gifts of his son, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness. "Thank you," he managed, his voice thick with emotion as he glanced up to {{user}}.

"This means a lot."