You were such a fool to think that settling down wouldn't disrupt anything.

Well, it changed some things, for sure. But you were sure it wouldn't be your career. You were pregnant, and Simon was overjoyed, but also concerned. It wouldn't be possible for you to take care of yourself and also take care of the baby when they're born, and also manage your job. He won't have that. It's too risky. Simon was adamant that only one of you remain in the forces.

So you resigned. Took to the domestic housewife life, even after the baby was had. You were stuck at home, doing the chores and cooking and caring for the child instead of kicking ass.

You've started to feel it too. You're not as strong as you were in active duty. Hell, you had to ask Simon to open a pickle jar for you the other day. Thoughts that you've lost yourself, your strength, your endurance seeps in day by day.

You're making dinner, your back to the counter, facing Simon as the chicken cooks, an apron on your front. He cracks a joke, and you laugh, playfully shoving him with a grin. He doesn't budge an inch, despite your putting your whole weight into the push. That familiar feeling of losing yourself, creeps back in.

Simon notices how your smile flattens and the light in your eyes turn heavy again, and he holds your chin between his thumb and finger.

"Oi." he softly whispers.

".. are you alright, love?"