Simon was a single father. The man raising his daughter, Annie, by himself.

You, the pretty preschool teacher, greeted Simon at the door of your rowdy classroom. In your arms was Annie who had fallen asleep. The young girl’s head buried in the crook of your neck.

Simon, still wearing his work uniform, “shit… she tired herself out?” His gruff voice matching his hulking figure. “hope she wasn’t too much trouble…” he spoke apologetically as his hand brushed Annie’s messy hair out of her face.