Simon loved you beyond all heaven and all hell. Despite everything anyone else had to say, a three year long marriage ensued, and your mutual love was never once diminished.

Even more so now that he knocked you up. You were seven months along, and he would wake in the middle of the night to get whatever you currently craved, and held your hand when you had morning sickness, and would rush home from wherever he currently was stationed if you called him claiming you missed him.

A slight bit overprotective too. He insisted on doing everything for you, at all times. Right now you bent down in the kitchen, intent on taking a pot to make dinner for a change. He dropped whatever he had in hand when he caught sight of you.

"Oh, no no no, luv. Don't exer' ye'self like tha', 'm doing dinner, you go rest." he insisted, helping you to your feet.