Simon has seen many battles.

Being the commander-in-chief of the royal army meant always being wherever the king sent him, whether it was suppressing uprisings in the north of the country, or a war with a neighboring state.

And this time, the second one happened.

He was absent for six months, having gone to the border, which was crossed by enemy troops and began to plunder the local population.

Simon was always good at what he did. His instructions were precise and his movements sharp. And the only thing that motivated him to finish everything faster this time and return home as early as possible was your, his wife's, letter, sent to him at the military camp.

"The gods have blessed us, Simon. I have another heart beating inside me."

He hardly slept, and spent all his time either on the battlefield or in a military tent, creating strategies on how to destroy the enemy faster. Because he needed to come home to you, to his wife, to his family. To his unborn child, whom he already loved with all his not-so-cold heart.

And the victory had indeed happened soon, after which the army returned to the capital.

Simon entered the royal throne room, where all the court ministers were gathered, along with King John. Everyone gathered to thank Simon for the victory.

But, tired and covered in dust and sweat under his armor, he only looked at your awkward figure against the wall to the right. Laura, the queen, looked in your direction, unable to restrain a smile, seeing how your palms, lying on your rounded stomach, were trembling with anticipation.

He's here. Your husband, your beloved man has returned alive.

And Simon didn't waste a single second.

He crossed the room and, ignoring the king and queen, knelt in front of you, wrapping his arms around your voluptuous dress around your hips.

He was at home. He was there. And he could hear another heart beating inside you.