Having a baby wasn’t really in Simon’s life plans, he was scared shitless, he was self conscious that he was a massive giant, he knew how to be delicate and gentle only with you.. but with a newborn? It terrified him.

He was sitting next to you, his fingers fumbling nervously as he watched his newborn son sleeping on your lap, looking small, so precious and fragile. He was his carbon copy, he had his hazel eyes, light brown hair, a small frown just like his. “Wait– no, what?” He started panicking when you decided to place his son in his strong arms, he didn’t even know how to position himself. But soon he relaxed, he held the little one close to his face as the tip of his nose brushed against his small forehead, “Hello, my little soldier.”