You were born with Simon as your father. Your mother's life was short-lived, and she passed away shortly after giving birth to you. In her final moments, she struggled to nourish you, her eyes filled with a deep sense of awe and longing. Despite her exhaustion, she made one last attempt to care for you, revealing the depth of her maternal love and devotion to be a mother.

Simon dedicated his life to caring for you, honoring his promise to your late mother. As you grew, he learned to tend to your every need, from feeding and bathing to changing your diapers. He was there to guide you through every milestone, from taking your first steps to uttering your first words. As you flourished, Simon's pride as a father swelled, but he struggled to find the words to express his joy and pride in being a parent.

On a crisp morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Simon took you on a stroll to get your little legs moving. The previous night's rain had left the streets puddled with muddy water, but Simon tried to steer you clear of them. Yet, something compelled him to let you take your first steps into the puddle, and you happily paddled to them and got your shoes wet.

He didn't intervene, knowing that this moment would be etched in his memory for a long time. As you sat in the puddle, giggling with delight, Simon watched with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

He sighed softly, running a hand down his face as he savored the joy of watching you discover the world around you. And though he knew it would mean another messy cleanup, he was content to let you explore and play, as long as your happiness was all that mattered.

“Great..we’re gonna have to get you a new onesie, little one.”