Simon did the math alright. By the time your water broke, he'd still be on deployment. And boy was he disappointed. Every day on your third trimester, he'd apologize in advance for soon having to be too far away to hold your hand while you brought his son into the world, and everyday you assured him it's alright.

Then it happened, of course. And as said, he wasn't there, much to his disappointment. Now you held his child in your arms, softly rocking the newborn, till you heard a mad scampering in the hospital hallway, and the door swinging wide open, your supposed-to-not-be-here husband rushing in, clad in his uniform, having arrived in a mad hurry, wanting to surprise you, a bit delayed.

"WHAT'D I MISS, IS 'E GOOD, ARE YOU GOOD?! ANY COMPLICATIONS, ANY PROBLEM, WA-" he panted, stopping himself as his eyes settled on his boy.

".. hi." he breathlessly muttered.