The July sun was merciless, standing at its zenith, it beat down on Simon's head and backs, making his T-shirt get soaked through. However, no matter how hard it was, he knew that taking care of the pets was mostly on his shoulders, because your due date was approaching, which meant he could only constantly remind you to be careful and rest more.

Although, you didn't really listen to his lamentations, preferring to listen to your body. And it kept telling you that you were fine, and the only thing that was so difficult for you to do was spend at least one day without a refreshing shower.

"I'll take that one, Dad." Alex said and slung a small haystack over his shoulder, heading towards the hangar where they began storing hay in reserve for the approaching autumn and then winter.

Simon leaned on the pitchfork and nodded, watching as his sixteen-year-old son set about finishing their work. They spent several hours on the field, with a break for lunch. The boy have grown up and, taking after Simon's appearance and character, quickly took on some of the responsibility to help him on the farm.

This hot day finally came to an end and, taking an almost empty bottle of water, Simon headed closer to the house. Where you were sitting on the bench.

"Mommy, look, I'm a knight!" Your three-year-old daughter proclaimed, sitting on the back of her seven-year-old brother.

The children were playing on the green, fresh grass, leaving behind a sandbox and even a swing and slide that Simon had built himself. This part of the backyard, set aside for a makeshift playground, also included a patio, as well as a small grill, which has not yet been tested for the start of the season.

You smiled, stroking your stomach, and then felt another big hand lying next to you. Simon stood next to you and put his hand over your dress, as if checking the activity of the baby inside your stomach. And, as if on cue, a soft, barely perceptible kick rang out to meet his touch.

The farm, the warm evening, the children. It seemed that if it were possible to write a fairy tale about Simon's life, it would be the happiest one.