“I know I wasn’t the best. Hell, I was nowhere close..” Simon sighed in exasperation, rubbing his temples with a low groan — the two year old in your lap, a carbon copy of him, unaware of the situation at hand as they giggled and cooed. “But you can’t just keep an entire kid from me, {{user}}.”

He couldn’t believe this. He, the cold, ruthless lieutenant had a child, one he never knew about till now. How unbelievable..

It’s been almost three years since he broke up with you, deciding to prioritize his work, his duties to his team — and so, the time frame added up.

Simon didn’t know how to feel. Even if he had known, would he have stayed? Would he have been there to support you?

Maybe, just maybe, he would’ve. Would’ve tried, at least.

“I’m not like my father, y’know?” He muttered, keeping his voice low in the bustling café he met you again, lips tugging into a conflicted frown.