You stood in front of the stove, stirring dinner, your eyes drifting to the heartwarming scene unfolding across the kitchen. Soft music played in the background, setting a peaceful mood, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling content and happy in this simple moment.

On the other side of the room, Simon was spinning your 3-year-old daughter around in his arms. Her blonde curls bounced with each jump she took, her laughter echoing through the kitchen as she danced with her beloved daddy. It was a rare moment in the Riley house. Simon, as much as he adored his daughter, was not the dancing type. But seeing him twirl your baby girl around with such pure joy was a sight for sore eyes.

His face was bare for the first time in a while—no mask to hide his emotions—and his beautiful brown eyes sparkled every time he heard the precious giggles of their little one. His proud, beaming smile was one of your favorite things in the world.

Your daughter squealed with excitement, her voice full of delight.

"Daddy, pin me! Pin me!"

Simon’s expression softened, a look of pure love and adoration on his face as he lowered to her level, ready to play along.