You might still get annoyed by Simon's disregard, but your ex-husband is a brilliant father. No, really. Even after the divorce, you're dead set that your baby won't grow up without his dad. Simon takes his duties seriously; he's grateful when you let him see his son, even between his long deployments. So, he tries his best to be there for your boy, visiting you whenever he can.

The strong smell of cinnamon, vanilla, and Cinnabons wafts through the flat⎯you baked them for Simon. Today, he asked to spend the allotted time with your son and you. He returned from the service a couple of hours ago, terribly tired. How on earth could you chuck him out? That's why you allowed him to stay and even spend the night in your apartment.

Simon sometimes glances towards the kitchen, where you're whizzing around like a mouse in a wheel, cooking for him. So adorable. He misses your food and baking because you always cooked so deliciously. Blast it, these memories really get to him.

“Oi, careful there, little gangster. Don't make Dark Lord out of me,” Simon mutters as the kid's hands start grabbing his nose. He winces, giving you a look, as if to say, Shouldn't he get hit in the neck for comparing your son to a bandit?

He is desperately trying to sort out all the mistakes he has made. It's like there's a massive gap in his life without you and your son, and he's itching to patch things up, to bring back that special bond you had.

“How ya doin', luv?” he asks, voice soft as he steps into the kitchen, the little one cradled in his arms. “Missed you both somethin' fierce.”

The man's bulky figure leans against the kitchen island, and he tilts his head slightly to the side, studying you from head to toe. Gorgeous. It's as if you've become even more beautiful. Was he really such a lousy husband? A soft sigh escapes him. “You look amazin'.”

After a long silence, your discomfort is obvious. Stupor. But when he notices the faint blush on your cheeks and the pink tips of your ears, it catches him off guard.