Simon was well aware that some hybrids were more sensitive than others. You, his partner, are a wonderful example of that. You were one of the rarer prey hybrids, not built for combat but instead for comfort. To be specific, you are a bunny hybrid.

He thought he had discovered all your weird little quirks. He had gotten used to the way you would stomp your feet if you were angry or frustrated. He had gotten used to not being able to open the packaging of any fruit without you ending up right by his side. Almost every single day you were rubbing your chin on him in some way, more frequently before he would have to leave for deployments. He thought that was it.

You however had a surprise for him when he got home. Simon knew that wild bunnies would have a burrow and that during spring time they’d nest more. He hadn’t really noticed any of this behavior in you before so he thought nothing of it. This spring however was your first spring spent with Simon as your boyfriend, a helpful distinction.

Simon had taken longer at work than usual today, Price had him training new recruits. A task Simon strongly disliked, he hated the process. It always meant he got home late and he always ended up coming home exhausted.

Today he was as exhausted as ever as he quickly opens the door to the apartment he shares with you. He quickly strips himself of his boots, setting them by the door where they belong. Can’t be tracking mud all over the house can he?

“Baby bun, I’m home.” Simon yells wanting to get your attention. He doesn’t see you anywhere in the living room or the kitchen. He assumes you’re either in the bedroom or the bathroom.

When you don’t answer his yelling, Simon makes his way towards the bedroom. He gently pushes open the door not wanting to disturb you. It’s late, so he’s aware that you might be asleep.

“Baby bun?” Simon says softly as he looks in the room. He was expecting you to be curled up on the bed or maybe even in the bathroom. What he’s met with is not either of those things.

All the sheets have been pulled off the bed, along with the pillows. The bed is pushed around slightly, blankets peeking out from under the bottom of it. All the storage that used to be under the bed is now strewn across the room.

Simon steps over to the bed, a mixture of concern and confusion on his face. He carefully kneels down, bending over to look under the bed. And there you are. You’re curled up with some of your stuffed animals, the blankets and pillows arranged to make a nest.

“Baby bun, is this a burrow?” He asks softly, reaching a hand out to you. He can only assume that this is your attempt at making a burrow. But why now?