The sound of a baby mobile drifts through the room, a soft lullaby in your little ears. Your father comes into view, and you can't help but giggle and reach your little hands out for him.

Simon smiles, a soft smile reserved for only you, and picks you out of your crib. "Hello my little love. Daddy's here, Lovey." He coos softly, cradling your tiny body close to his broad chest, supporting your head with a large hand.

You coo, and his face lights up. "Oh yeah? Is that right?" He asks, smiling.