just simon’s pregnant wife crocheting in her free time because she wants to hand make some of their babies clothes. she crochets the cutest things; blankets, beanies, etc.
then for shits and giggles, she makes her big scary husband a cute sheep balaclava out of boredom.
the excitement on her face is enough for simon to put it on and model it for her.
she then proceeds to make their unborn baby a matching one.
You hated when people looked at you after they looked at Simon.
Because it always happened in that order.
Their eyes would land on him first— broad shoulders stuffed into dark clothes, that permanently tired stare, the kind of presence that made rooms quiet without him even trying — and then they’d shift to you.
And every single time, you swore you saw the same flicker of confusion.
Them?
It made your sick.
You knew Simon didn’t notice it. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. But you noticed. God, you noticed.
Especially at the pub near base.
You worked there most evenings, weaving through crowded tables with cheap trays balanced on one hand, apron dusted with flour from the kitchen because the cook kept dragging you back there to help plate when things got busy. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t important.
You were just… you. A waitress.
And Simon Riley was him.
Lieutenant. Decorated soldier. Feared. Respected. The kind of man people whispered about before he even entered a room.
The kind of man who looked absurd sitting in your tiny apartment kitchen at two in the morning drinking tea from a chipped mug while your socks slid across the floor.
You still didn’t understand why he stayed.
“You’re staring again.” Simon muttered one night from your couch.
You blinked, pulled from your thoughts. “Sorry.”
He watched you from beneath heavy lashes. “What’s goin’ on in that head?”
“Nothin’.”
A lie. Simon always knew when you lied.
He sat forward slowly, elbows on his knees. “C’mere.”
You obeyed automatically, crossing the small apartment until he tugged you between his legs. His hands settled on your hips, warm and heavy even through your clothes.
“You’ve been distant all week..” he said quietly. “Talk.”
You tried to shrug it off. “I’m tired.”
“Try again.”
Your chest tightened.
You hated this part. Hated saying things out loud because they sounded even stupider once they existed in the air.
Simon waited patiently.
That made it worse.
“I just…” You laughed weakly, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“This.”
One of his brows twitched.
“You.” Your voice got quieter. “Us.”
Simon stared at you like he genuinely didn’t understand the question.
Which was insane.
“You could have anyone.” you murmured. “Anyone, Simon.”
His grip on your hips tightened slightly.
“And you’re with…” You gestured vaguely to yourself with a self-conscious smile that hurt more than it should’ve. “Me.”
Silence.
Not angry silence.
Not cold silence.
The dangerous kind — the kind where Simon got very, very still.
“You think I’m too good for you?” he asked finally.
Your face heated immediately. “When you say it like that it sounds—”
“Answer me.”
You swallowed.
“A little.”
Simon leaned back against the couch slowly, eyes never leaving yours. There was something awful in them suddenly. Something wounded.
Like you’d hurt him.
“You think I come here because I settled?”
“No—”
“You think I look at you and see someone lesser than me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you think it.”
You looked away.
That was answer enough.
Simon exhaled hard through his nose, jaw tightening beneath faint stubble.
“Christ.”
Your stomach dropped. “I’m sorry.”
That made his head snap up instantly.
“There you go again.”
“What?”
“Apologizin’ for existing.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
Simon’s hands slid from your hips up to your arms, gentler this time.
“You know what I see when I look at you?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head.
“I see someone good.”
You almost laughed at that.
But Simon continued before you could.
“I see someone who remembers how I take my tea. Someone who works ten-hour shifts and still manages to smile at strangers.” His thumbs brushed absentmindedly against your sleeves. “Someone who treats people kindly even when they don’t deserve it.”
His eyes softened.
“You look at me and see the rank. The size. The scary reputation.” A humorless huff escaped him. “You don’t see what I see.”
“And what’s that?”
“A soldier.”
You frowned immediately. “Simon, I’m literally a waitress.”
“Aye.” He nodded once. “And every day you deal with rude customers, drunk men, shitty management, sore feet, exhaustion, bills…” His gaze locked onto yours. “And you keep goin’.”
Your throat tightened unexpectedly.
“You think strength only looks like violence,” Simon murmured. “Like guns and combat and knowin’ how to kill.”
One hand came up to cradle your jaw carefully.
“But I’ve seen men in the military weaker than you.”
Your eyes burned.
“Simon…”
“I mean it.” His voice dropped lower now, rough around the edges. “You walk through life soft. Do you understand how bloody difficult that is?”
That finally broke you a little.
Because Simon said it like softness was something sacred.
Something rare.
You looked down quickly, embarrassed by the sudden sting behind your eyes.
“I’m not special.”
Simon’s expression twisted like the sentence physically hurt him.
He stood abruptly, forcing you to tilt your head back to keep looking at him. Big hands framed your face completely.
“Don’t do that.” he said sharply.
You startled.
“Don’t tear yourself apart in front of me.” His voice cracked slightly around the edges now. “Not when I love every part.”
The room went silent.
Simon wasn’t good at saying things like that. He showed love easier than he spoke it. Through quiet touches. Waiting outside your work after late shifts. Fixing things around your apartment without being asked. Standing between you and the world like a wall.
But this?
This was raw… and terrifyingly honest.
His forehead pressed against yours.
“I don’t need someone impressive.” he whispered. “I need you.”
Your chest ached so badly it almost hurt to breathe.
“You make my life quiet.”
One of his hands slid into your hair carefully.
“You make me feel human again.”
Your eyes finally spilled over.
Simon caught the tears immediately with his thumb, looking almost angry at them.
“Don’t cry.”
“You’re being too nice.” you whispered shakily.
A small, disbelieving laugh left him.
“Too nice..” he repeated. “That’s what did it?”
You laughed weakly through tears.
Simon stared at you for a long moment before pulling you against his chest so suddenly you nearly stumbled.
His arms wrapped around you tight. Protective. Certain. Like there had never been a question.
“You are not lucky to have me.” he murmured into your hair.
Simon Riley with his weird ass acts of love and bizarre concept of boundaries
You’ll be waking up confused in the middle of the night, feeling a strange pulling at your feet, only to glance down and see your boyfriend has thrown the covers off and is attempting to clip your toenails for you
“What in the actual f-”
“I’m tired o’ your talons diggin’ into my legs every nigh’. This is for both o’ us, love.” He’ll grumble in that tone of his that leaves no room for argument, only the sound of nail clippers echoing in the room as your roll your eyes before shutting them again
Every so often when you’re on your period, you’ll be stepping out of the shower, bewildered to find that the night time pad and underwear you’d set aside with your pyjamas on the bathroom counter top, have been put together for you?
“Simon- you saved me all of two steps at most? Opening the wrapper and sticking it on?”
“And you’re welcome.” He’ll mutter casually with a quick kiss to your forehead before he’s off to brush his teeth
“I’m so confused. I might be losing it, Si.” You’ll mention one time, coming home after work with bags of greasy takeout food in hand, his brow only raising in question. “This is maybe the third time now I’ve noticed that the petrol was nearing a quarter tank, so I’d plan to fill up the next day. But next time I get in the car- the tank is fucking full! The first time I thought I had dreamt it, second time I thought I was hallucinating a little bit, but now-”
“Love, I’ve been filling up your car.”
“…what?”
“That’s me. Every time I’ve heard you say you need petrol- I’ve filled up the car.” Simon shrugs as though he’s simply telling you what the weather is for today, not that he’s been sneaking out in the middle of the night with your car keys to run a quick errand for you as you sleep
“I don’t know if I want to ask how or why first.”
“Well petrol’s fuckin’ expensive now, that’s why. You don’t need to be payin’ tha’.”
“You could have just … asked me?”
“… righ’. Noted.” He’ll nod in quick agreement before moving on to take the bags from you, no intention whatsoever of changing his habits
Am I the only person that thinks that Ghost's name is super cute like he's SIMON RILEY, I expected him to have some badass name like Dean or Ivan or WHATEVER but he's just lil Simon and HIS LAST NAME?!?!!! RILEY?!?!?! SO CUTE COME ON
A/N: Sorry I haven’t been here guys been going through some stuff. Plus I have NO idea what to write. But it’s Mothers Day so shoutout to everyone’s mom and to people who mothers have passed away💕 but yeah this is my first time doing TF141 as a whole so here ya go🙂↕️
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𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎
To him mothers day was honestly just a regular day.
But when it came to you...
Oh.
He made sure that you had the best most relaxing day.
When you woke up. It was like you were a queen.
Flowers on the nightstand.
Morning kisses.
Your favorite food.
Most importantly calls and texts from your family.
Your whole day was showered and filled with joy.
Now its late in the evening.
Price is at work.
Even though it was Mother’s Day he still had a job to do.
Your just reminiscing. Looking around the house.
It’s perfect. The way you picked it out.
Wooden floors. Price picked.
White Ceilings. Price picked.
The decor. Yours.
Everything around the house. All. Yours.
You think about it for a while.
Your eyes swelling up with tears.
Not of sadness.
But of happiness.
That he chose you.
And you chose him.
Neither one of you would ever change your life.
Even for a million bucks.
Not even if this day was just a regular day.
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𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢
He didnt just celebrate with flowers.
Gifts.
Cards.
Or even teddy bears.
Although, he did get you that stuff ironically.
But he celebrated by cooking.
Doing your favorite things.
Letting you do things with him he would never do in his life.
He even took Sophia out so it would be ultimate relaxation.
She didnt really mind.
She loved her dad as much as she did you.
The rest of the day included him taking care of everything.
Like he always did.
To you, it was a regular day.
Just with more,
Love.
Gifts.
and silence...
At the end of the day. Thats how everyday life is.
He makes sure your never stressed.
Worried.
Even tired.
You wouldnt even care.
Even without the flowers.
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𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔
To show his love and appreactation as he put it.
He woke you up and took you out to eat.
Although you were grumpy.
You were really grateful.
After you two go home. With nothing else to do.
You lay on the couch cuddling.
Which reminds of you of the days where you two just met.
No money.
Not a lot in common.
But a connection.
A connection that drove into 2 years being engaged.
Then married.
Add on a kid.
Who wants to be exactly like his dad.
Thats the Garrick family.
Where love and appreactation never goes out.
But on this day is shown even more.
For you it was like life couldnt get better.
You guys watched movies.
Went out to the park.
Just did activites as a regular family of 3.
When it was late in the evening.
He had an surprise he suddenly came up with.
With the surprise took an hour long drive.
The surprise was: a trip to see the sunset.
Its amatuer sure.
But its something he knew you always wanted.
Kaden was asleep in the back of Gaz's truck.
And you two were sitting on the tailgate.
Your head on his shoulder. Smiling.
This Mothers Day was a great one.
Where is love and appreactation as he so put it.
Is never ever forgotten.
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𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙼𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑
His whole mission for this Mothers Day was to make you laugh.
In which he did. Multiple times.
Funny cards. Silly faces. Even having Liam joining in.
