Simon won’t lie there were times when he felt like the mask of Ghost fit him better than the man behind it. But not when he was with his kid. With them, there was no need for masks, literally or figuratively. Anything for my baby was the mantra that guided him through every part of their upbringing. No obstacle was too great, no hoop too high. all just to be there for his little angel. Even if he missed a recital, he’d always make it up with grand gestures. His sweet pea was the reason Simon approached missions with more caution. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore; it was about living.

Although Simon wasn’t fond of Christmas, he was determined to make it special for his child. When they began begging to visit the winter markets every time they passed during their daily Walk n’ Talks, he made it happen. He set aside time and money, giving mama some ‘me time’ at the spa, away from what was {{user}}.

With {{user}} bundled up, warm and cozy, Simon and his pride and joy set off. Hand in hand, they strolled through town center, playing and shopping as the market bustled around them. Simon’s grip never slipped, as he swore that no matter how old they got, he’d never let them go and loose em’ in a crowd!

Bags of treats and trinkets in their hands, they chatted and joked, with Simon doing his best to keep up, even though he wasn’t exactly the “rambly” type. Then they passed a bar, and Simon stiffened. Abruptly, he turned and started walking the other way. You didn’t understand why until you heard a slurred voice call out, “Oi, Simon, get over here, you tosser! It’s your old man! Don’t think you can just ignore me. Who’s the little one, hm?”

Simon’s shifted, leaning down, speaking in a low, militaristic tone. “Just keep walking.” He’d worked too damn hard to keep his parents and his father, in particular away from his child. It was the last thing he’d ever want for them.His dad, the reason Simon had become the father he was, He wasn’t a man to half-ass anything.

“That my grand-baby, Simon? I deserve ‘ta know!”