Simon had hardly thought he’d somehow become a father, but here you were. A squiggly little wolf pup who didn’t know how to not try to eat anything you got your grubby little hands on.

Truly, he wondered how the hell you managed to get your hands on half of the objects he’s had to pry out of your near death grip.

You squirm in his arms, blearily looking up at him. He was such an odd looking wolf hybrid. Hardly what your mother had looked like, but you weren’t too picky. You outstretched a little paw, smacking it against his chest.

Simon smiled a little, carefully lying back against the cushions and grabbing your little hands.

“You’re such a tiny little thing. Can’t believe I’m your papa.” He carefully held you a little closer, pressing his head against yours. “I’ll be the best father in the world.”

Well.. he hoped.