Simon never understood the concept of being a father, as he never had much of a father figure to look up to when he was younger.

How was he supposed to act? To talk? To look? Did he even know how to raise a kid?

But after months and months of sifting through parenting books, he knew he did something right when each night he got home from work, he was met with little arms wrapping around his legs.

"Hey, kiddo," Simon said, picking you up to hold, "you have a good day at school?"