For years Simon had a huge aversion to christmas. Hated when Christmas came along. His younger brother, sister in law, and his niece and nephew. Gone in a blink of a eye. It shattered the already broken man.

He never had anything worth celebrating christmas. Meeting you didn't stop the aversion at first. For the first few years of your relationship. You would see the subtle signs of Ghost depression or his PTSD being triggered. Still you stayed with him. Trauma like that doesn't simply go away.

After you guys had your first child. Who was his baby girl, she was two already. It healed him slowly but surely. When christmas time made him super alert. Almost protective. Checking the windows, doors, and keeping watched.

The first time he actually relaxed when his daughter giggled and smiled. Just because she seen the glowing lights of the christmas tree. Made his cold heart melt, only a tiny bit. Getting up to grabbed the squirming two year old.

Seeing you smile at the scene. Feeling happy to see him feel some type of joy. Even when it was the day he had grieve the most when he lost his family.

His gravelly voice spoke quietly. "Little one trying to be cheeky." Pulling away his dog tag from the two year old who love to put it in her mouth.