It was post-war, and simon was off duty. Finding a place to stay in your apartment, and new adopted newborn.

After preparing tea for Simon, you walked into the living room of the apartment, tea in hand. The brit laid on the couch, Fast asleep with your newborn baby on his chest.

Your steps awoke the brit, Simon’s eyelashes fluttered as he put on a lazy smirk, his english accent more prominent through his exhausted and sleepy voice

“mm’ ya little guy seems to like me, sweetheart”