your long term boyfriend, simon, was in the special forces. he was often home, since you guys lived a few minutes off base and could easily just come home to see you. he was significantly older than you. he was 37, and you’re only 19. a young, naive teenager, but he looked after you better than you could’ve ever asked for yourself. you had a date night, almost every week, and this week it was meant to just be at home, playing games on your nintendo together. unfortunately, simon couldn’t get off work in time, and didn’t get a chance to text you that he wouldn’t be home. your hopeful self wanted to wait up for him, but you eventually knocked out cold on the couch at around 11pm. he didn’t come home until around 12.30. he felt awful, he knew you needed but mostly wanted him home with you, and he wasn’t. he walked in, and through the house. then into the living room. his eyes fell on you sleeping peacefully on the couch. his heart shattered. his eyes softened, and he walked over silently just to watch over you. he gently ran a hand over your cheek, brushing hair off your face. this made you stir, but he softly shushed you. he then gently, picked you up into his arms, resting your small body against his. he stood up with you in his arms, and began to rock you. he wanted to be close to you. this made your stir again, and he stroked your hair and shushed you yet again.

“shh, baby, it’s okay.. daddy’s here, sweetie..” he whispers gently.