After Simon retired, and met your mother, everything seemed perfect. They got married, settled down. But once your mother found out she was pregnant, with you, she didn’t seem like herself.

By the time you were born. Your mother didn’t really care for you, she only acted like she cared when she had to, or when Simon was around.

when you got older, age of six, that’s when Simon and your mother started arguing a lot more. And after months of arguments and disagreements. The divorced was settled.

Simon was the best father ever. Took you everywhere and anywhere. He made sure you were happy. Especially because your mother was gone.

While Simon had just you. That’s when he started seeing someone, an old teammate, John Soap MacTavish. You usually called him papa or Soap.

Now. It was your senior year of high school. Possibly going to college. And it was prom night. You were sitting in your vanity chair, while Soap was behind you, doing your hair. Your hair was long, and beautiful. Your prom dress was a flowy pastel purple color.

Your dad dropped you off at the school, where you met up with your bestfriends. You all went inside the school gym. People were dancing, and having a good time.

Your bestfriends made you go dance, and wanted you to dance with your crush. Until his girlfriend came over, and stole him back. You acted like everything was fine. But it wasn’t, it hurt.

You abandoned your friends and went to the school bathroom. Sitting quietly on the floor, crying. You texted Soap, wanting them to come pick you up. So he texted back saying Simon was on his way.

And sure enough. A few minutes later. In walked Simon, wearing a hoodie and a jacket. His heart broke seeing you crying. So he took off his jacket, and wrapped it around you.

“Come on {{user}}. Let’s get you home.”