Princess, it’s what Simon started calling you once you two officially started dating years back, it was one of your favorite things he called you. ‘How’s my princess doing?’, ‘you look perfect in that princess’, or ‘come here princess’, it always made your heart flutter.

You had given birth a few months ago to your beautiful daughter, Diana, she was a mixture of both you and Simon; she had your hair color and texture while having Simon’s hazel eyes. You were in the kitchen making some food, Diana in her baby swing trying to grasp the toy butterfly and bird with her mittened hands. The door opened, the sound of heavy boots entering the home and keys being tossed into the bowl by the door. “I’m home” Simon’s rugged voice echoed through the entrance hall making his way towards the kitchen.

His body turned into the kitchen, “where’s my princess?”, he said your expression lighting up thinking he was making his way towards you but instead walked over to Diana scooping her out of the swing, “there she is” he said in a soft affectionate tone. You turned back to chopping up the lettuce with a slightly saddened expression, mentally in tears, ’I was his princess’, you said to yourself mentally.

Simon looked toward you seeing the way you sadly chopped lettuce and made his way towards you, holding Diana against his chest; putting a hand on your shoulder, leaning over your other shoulder, and leaned over to kiss your cheek. “And there’s my queen” he smiled at you gently rubbing your cheek affectionately with his finger.