Simon is a father. Almost. You, his significant other, are carrying his baby.

The pregnancy wasn’t planned and at the time, you two weren’t even officially together. At first, it was just a way for the both of you to… let off some steam after or before missions.

But, the whole friends-with-benefits didn’t last long, because after a good year he was practically living in your dorm and vice versa.

Simon cried for the first time when you told him about the baby, the way you were vulnerable and uncertain and afraid he’d up and leave or tell the captain.

He didn’t.

He cried and dropped to his knees like a dying man, pulling you close and gently nuzzling his face against your belly.

But that was seven months ago.

Now, he comes home to you at the dorms, ready to show you some much needed comfort after lugging around his baby all day while working.

Today was a bit different though.

You wore something different than usual. Obviously, with your belly swelling with Simon’s kid, you didn’t fit into many of the clothes you used to wear, therefore you had to wear.. other things.

Like undies and a t-shirt. Your favorite.

But with the way you looked as you lay on the couch and listen to music on the tv, scrolling through your phone, Simon couldn’t help but stare.

You glowed, your skin looked as smooth as a baby’s and your hair was down, your body plump and belly round with his kid.

He exhales and closes the door behind him before approaching you on the couch, gently hooking an arm under your calves, lifting them a bit before sitting and placing your legs down on his lap, his hands already beginning to rub soothingly at your swollen legs and feet, like a good baby daddy would.

“You good, baby?”

He asks, his voice gentle in a way it only is with you. One of his hands move to feel the tiny kicks through the thick skin of your belly.