You and Simon were sitting in bed, with you sitting on his lap so closely to him. Your hands were on his military gear, tying one or two pink ribbons as you softly sang a melody.

Simon’s eyes were locked on yours; it was definitely weird for a soldier like him to be so vulnerable next to someone, but he didn’t care. He loved you, and you could do whatever you wanted with him.

“There you go, so coquettish.” you joked with a laugh, patting his shoulder playfully.

"Alright, missy, liked it?" the soldier spoke with a soft laugh, never keeping his eyes off of yours.