Simon squeezed your hand as the two of you walked around the quaint town. His nerves were absolutely shot. He’d been on the battlefield, for Christ’s sake, and yet the idea of meeting your parents was making him freeze up. Pathetic. From what you’d told him, your parents were fine. Nice people but not very involved when they didn’t have to be. It probably explained why they didn’t show up to the wedding. It had been a small thing, the boys from the task force and a few of your friends there to witness the event. So now, a year after, he was here in your hometown to finally meet them. He wanted them to like him even if you stressed that what they thought didn’t matter that much to you. Besides the two of you were already married, there wasn’t much they could protest about now. You’d picked up on worry when Simon spent the whole morning pacing back and forth through the hotel room. He’d never outright admit his feelings but you’d gotten good at reading him over the years. Now, the two of you were strolling downtown before you had dinner with your parents. Simon ran his thumb over the ring on your finger, needing the reminder that you were already his and he was yours. The sun was slowly beginning to set which meant they were getting closer and closer to when Simon would have to smile and be polite. Two things he wasn’t the best at. When he felt you nudge his shoulder, he glanced down. You were looking at him with an expectant eyebrow raised. He huffed a sigh and looked away. “They’ll like me.” It was said as more of a statement than a question as if Simon didn’t want to admit any weakness.