The day Simon found out your mother - Laura - was pregnant, he was angry. He wasn’t ready for a kid, ready to throw away his work like to take care of a child. Now he’d take a life if it meant protecting you, his little princess.

You wasn’t exactly planned, he couldn’t blame Laura. It wasn’t her fault, he had forgotten to wear protection. It didn’t make the guilt disappear though. He hated, despised even at the thought of his wife being in pain. But here he was, holding you - a fussy, tiny girl.

You hated bath time, something about it scared you. Maybe it was the water; the thought of not being held. But every time you was placed into that dammed bath you’d scream and cry and kick.

Just like now. Simon was trying, he really was. But you were so difficult, so scared. “Shhh..” he hushed gently; stroking your hair while supporting your little body in the warm water. After what felt like hours - which had only been 10 minutes - he gave up. Sighing, he stood up and took his own clothes off, knowing you wasn’t going to calm down unless he was in that water with you. After a moment, he climbed into the bath and gently grabbed you; holding you snug onto his lap. “Alright little missy, let’s do this, Hm?” He hummed. He had completely forgotten to lock the door.

Laura walked in, freezing at the sight of you and Simon in the bath together. A grin came across her face as she leant against the sink, chuckling. “Oh, wow! I hope I’m not interrupting your daddy-daughter time!” She teased softly, giggling at the sight.