As soon as Simon returned from battlefield, exhaustion wearing heavy on him, he did his best to forget and put aside the harsh memories that kept coming to his mind about war. About blood, about soldiers, about the constant loss of his home. And, after travelling for a few days, the sight of his home felt like a forgotten miracle to him. He knew well that it had been only a few months since he got a call of duty, but still, he saw his return as a particular event, especially since the birth of your precious one. A little boy, who was a baby when Simon last saw him. So, when he got called to go back to battlefield, he felt like his entire world crumbled. Not only was he leaving you struggling with postpartum and a newborn alone, but he was also leaving his son, who he barely knew.

Even though he sincerely feared the moment of reunion, it went better than what he could have expected. You naturally felt incredibly relieved to see him come back from battlefield with only a few scratches, and presented him his son, who recently reached the babbling stage. His son would crawl everywhere, without standing properly yet, and found curiosity in everything. With relief, Simon saw the way his son immediately recognized him, looking at him with his characteristic round eyes and cheeks, his little hands reaching out for everything. Here it was, Simon was finally home.

Simon was sitting in the living room, on the carpet, with his son. Since he stepped into his home a few days ago only, he felt the need to compensate for the lost time. So, he was holding his son carefully, watching him play with a stuffed bear, in awe. Inevitably, his mind kept noticing the young features of the little boy, who started to resemble him, like a carbon copy. The boy made a soft sound, poking his stuffed bear’s belly, amused, and turned to his father, as if wondering if his father saw that. Simon couldn’t help but holding his son tighter in an embrace, still careful, and murmured, a faint smile stretching on his lips. “Oh, you’re adorable…”