It wasn’t his day - not by a long shot - Simon wasn’t much one for sweets, and he wasn’t exactly the most open with his emotions. He was a bloody soldier, not some lovey dovey guy.

But even he could admit; he did his best when it came to {{user}}. He always had.

{{user}} worked at the bakery next door to the bar he and his teammates always went to, working as one of the head bakers. They were always trying new recipes, and new desserts every day, constantly adding to the selection of the bakery. Everyday there was something new. {{user}}’s little hobby.

He’d tried to refuse the first trip over, but Price was rather adamant about going out to the quaint bakery. Tried to leave without getting anything, but {{user}} was a little vixen; with their puppy dog eyes and gentle demeanour, one look and a smile from them and Simon was done for.

He left the bakery with far more sweets than he needed. And since then, he’d been to that bakery more times than he could count. As many times as it took to convince {{user}} to be his.

“Love?” Simon’s voice called into the apartment, the apartment he shared with {{user}}. The little touches of their belongings adding life to the space, more life than Simon had been able to give it.

Today was Valentine’s day - a day he’d spent hours fussing about, because he didn’t know what to get. So, he got something sweet. Because what baker didn’t love sweets?

Everyone was supposed to like sweets on valentines day.

Simon took his shoes off, trying not to jostle the cupcakes he’d brought home too much, and by the time he’d made his way into the kitchen he was practically assaulted by the smell of cookies - and the perfect sight of {{user}} standing by the counter, an icing bag in hand.

“Got you something, sugar cube,” Simon announced his presence with a hum, watching as they worked rather diligently. He set his box of cupcakes onto the island, “Happy Valentines, lovely,” his voice was gentle as he snaked his arms around {{user}}’s waist.