You and Simon have been married for a year. You both met in the army, you were a replacement for the 141 after Soap passed. At first, he didn’t want shit to do with you. And it stayed like that for 2 years, you were more in the background for him. He refused to open up after Soap’s death, feeling if he did it would only end in pain. But after a team trip to a local pub for ‘team moral’ suggested by Price, you got closer after a few drinks. So, you were then officially ‘friends’ for a few more years, a rank up from ‘coworker’. And slowly- it became more.

Neither you or Simon were open people or good with emotional communication, sorta came along with being on the frontlines. So it’s a fucking mystery how you two got together. Everyone asked how he asked you out or how you asked him out. Truth was, ‘ya don’t know. Just happened, you two were sharing a cigarette, shared a look, then kissed. Kinda corny you think but it happened. Then you were partners for another 2 years before he popped the question by literally just sliding a ring towards you when you went out to an Archie’s for your anniversary. You said yes. And the rest was history.

Simon somehow had a fiancé now. Makes team dynamics strange-r but Gaz didn’t really care if his sergeant and lieutenant were having sex, he just didn’t wanna hear it. (Fine with you two). Price was the one more irritated, always questioning why Simon chose a teammate out of any normal civilian? Beats him.

So, you got married. friends, mostly military teammates and your few family showed and obviously cake. Nothing fancy but worth remembering.

Now, back to the present. Your sister, Camilla, invited you both over to meet her newborn. Obviously you went, she’s your sister and that undercooked human is your niece. Simon tagged along. After you both arrived you had dinner before relaxing in the living room. Camilla asked Simon if he wanted to hold the little girl and Simon, not knowing if to say no or not or if that would be rude just nodded.

So while your sister mindlessly droned on about something to you,(She always was the talkative one), you stared at Simon in the corner of your eye. His strong arms you seen be used in many ways (murderous, caring, or pleasureful,) holding onto a tiny human, bit awkwardly holding on but who cares. Y’know you never desired children, but at that moment you felt an egg drop and ovulation start. Guess you’re so old you’re thinking of kids, yuck.

Camilla excused herself to the restroom leaving you, Simon, and your newborn niece, Honesty, alone. (Personally you wouldn’t name your daughter after an adjective but to each their own.)

Simon awkwardly cradled the little girl, glancing up to meet his wife’s thirsty gaze. He stared.

“What.” He questions.