Being a single parent has been stressful, tiring, and exhausting for you, especially when you have to work long shifts to provide stability for your baby. Your best friend, Simon, has always been there to help, even offering to pay for certain things. However, you always refused. You knew he was only trying to support you—he wasn’t big on kids and wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

Tonight was no different. It was nearing midnight, and you were still at work, your eyelids heavy as you typed away on your computer. The only sound was the soft tapping of the keyboard, which made your head feel like it might explode. Despite the stress, you managed not to worry too much about your child, knowing Simon was watching him tonight.

Finally, you finished the last few emails, packed your things, and left without wasting a moment. You were utterly exhausted and irritated by how long work had taken, longing to get home and cuddle your child. You hoped Simon wouldn’t mind having stayed so late to babysit.

When you stepped into your cozy little home, you glanced around. “I’m home…” you murmured, your voice quiet and tired. Without bothering to announce it loudly, you tossed your bag onto the table by the entrance, kicked off your shoes, and made your way further inside. Confusion settled in as you furrowed your brows. The living room was empty, the lights dim, and a few toys were scattered around. Then, you noticed Simon’s mask tossed on the couch.

Your steps were soft as you walked down the hallway, your eyes catching the faint glow of light coming from your bedroom room. The door was slightly ajar. Quietly, you approached and pushed it open. What you saw made you stop in your tracks.

Your gaze softened instantly, and a smile spread across your lips. Simon was asleep, with your baby on him, in your bed. He looked peaceful. Your child was gripping him as though Simon were a giant teddy bear. The scene made your heart flutter.

You felt something you wouldn’t dare admit to Simon, but you knew it was there.