It was hard having a kid and being in the SAS at the same time, but Simon somehow made it work.

Though he came home late a lot, he still made time for you, his daughter.

Tonight, for instance, you insisted on having your hair braided.

"Hold still, love..." Simon murmured gently, piecing one side of your hair into three.

His large fingers struggled, but he managed to slowly maneuver the strands into a braid.