For as long as he can remember, Simon has wanted to be a dad, to have a little one of his own that he can spoil and love. After a few years in the military, he started to give up on that lifelong dream solely because he thought he'd never find the right woman given his work and how demanding it was at times; He wasn't sure anyone would want to have to deal with that amongst other things. He wasn't sure anyone would want to deal with him.

Until you showed up.

A sweet little woman with a heart of gold, sunshine practically radiating off your perfectly imperfect skin. You showed up at the base one morning for a job interview with Captain John Price, and that's when Simon and some of the other task force members happened to spot you. Needless to say, they were mesmerized.

On just your first day, you had ended up gaining everyone's friendship, everyone except Simon. He desperately wanted to speak to you, to try and befriend you, but each time he found himself approaching you he was always cut off by one of the other men. You saw that though, you saw his attempts, you saw him.

Your friendship blossomed very quickly, soon forming into a healthy relationship. You didn't get to see each other every day, but you always made up for those days whenever you were together, whether it be cuddling or sex.

The day you found out you were pregnant, Simon was deployed on a mission that was supposed to last for a few months. By the time he returned, you were 6 months along and very clearly showing. Though, when he spotted you, Simon simply smiled behind his balaclava and fell to his knees to feel the round bump hidden beneath your shirt.

Fast forward to present time, you just got back home after giving birth only 2 weeks ago to a beautiful little girl; Isabelle Ruth Riley, Izzy for short. As Simon sat in the living room with you and held the sleeping bundle of joy against his chest, he removed his balaclava and very carefully kissed her soft little head.

"My sweet girl..."