"Bloody hell, luv, tell me ya brought enough diapers in case of an emergency."

You could lie and say that the funniest moment in your life was when you saw your friend's soup go through her nose, or that the most adorable moment was when you saw an adorable poodle on the street. But no.

Because the funniest and most adorable moment in your life was happening right now. At the airport, in a place to relax, when your pair of suitcases and a carry-on backpack were nearby.

Because Simon, cradling your one-year-old son in his arms, looked like he was going to jump off a parachute, not get into the cabin of an airplane.

"You saw for yourself that I took everything and even more."

"And the passports? Are our passports here?"

He opened his belt bag with his free hand and checked that all the documents were really in place. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

Simon was obviously incredibly nervous. This was your first trip as a family of three. Your baby boy was finally old enough to fly a plane soundly, as well as perceive everything that is around him. Right now, sitting in Simon's arms, he was staring at his father's fuss with incomprehension.

"Here. Gimme that."

He reached out and took your bag with a change of clothes for your girl during the flight. You raised your eyebrows. Simon was fidgeting, trying to do anything to keep himself busy because of stress. And you know for sure that your man was not scared of flights.

If colleagues had seen the cold-blooded and serious Lieutenant in such a state, they would not have believed their eyes.

Because right now, Simon was stressed out of his damn mind.