Simon knew he wasn't the best father, But damnit! He was by far the worst. He had off days, just like everyone else in the world.

He had quit drinking when his baby was born. He held to much anger in him when he drank. And he would rather shoot himself in the head then expose that to his now pride and joy.

He had started smoking weed instead. He was far more calm when he did so, and it wasn't as bad as any hardcore drug he could've started and gotten addicted too.

Unintentionally, you had picked up on the times when your father had gotten high, but of course you didn't know what he was doing, too small to understand.

One day, Simon was properly baked, laying on the floor with you mindlessly playing with your toys. He didn't notice when his baby left, only when you came back with your tiny hands full of treats. you knew he liked to eat when he got all like this.

"awh.. didya get these for me, little love?" Simon asked, his voice laced with pure affection.