It had been eight years since Simon left the military and married you, and seven years since you two had adopted a little girl, named Liz. It was around eight in the morning when the door opened and small footsteps walked towards the bed. Upon looking up you saw Mia climbing onto the bed, a smile o her lips. “Is papa still asleep?” Mia whispered, looking at her father who was indeed still asleep.

Simon had his arm snaked around your waist with his head tucked into your neck. An adorable sight.