{{user}} and Simon are like two peas in a pot. Ever since you met him he has been taking care of you. Ironic due to his harsh title. On your period, if you were sick, or just had a down day. He always took care of you. And you know he’d care for you when your menopause came too. He’d even drive for hours at 2am if you wanted some garlic bread that you liked from a cafe when you both were on a holiday.

You were now 5 months pregnant, on your shared bed, in a gentle slumber, and Simon had just came home. He stopped at the shops on the way from work. He slowly opened the door and walked in, trying to make his steps as gentle as he can with his big combat boots. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing the bouquet of flowers and the cupcakes you’ve been craving, next to him, as he took off his leather glove and gentle stroked your cheek with the back of his calloused fingers.