you + simon + your daughter <3
simon’s daughter is crying. she’s so tiny, a preemie with her little baby onesie still a bit too big on her as she wails her heart out. you, her mother, stare at her as she gets red in the face, humming to her, brushing hair away from her face.
you blow some cool air at her, trying to calm her down, and when simon holds his arms out and you place her in them, she stops crying immediately. she’s so tiny compared to him and his big arms, big hands that cover nearly all over her belly as they try and keep her from crying more.
she stares up at him with his own big eyes, curious, her hands reaching to tug at his blonde hair that he’s growing out.
“si-“ you say, sighing as you collapse back onto the armchair, “i’m- i’ll get started on the…the…” you’re so tired, being awake since 3am today, taking care of your daughter. it’s her first christmas, and you want it to be perfect, and it’s simon’s first christmas since he’s been honourably discharged, and you want it to be perfect.
the potatoes. you have to get started on the potatoes, but you can barely form proper words.
“shh.” he gently rocks your daughter in his arms, “once she falls asleep, i’ll get started on the potatoes.”
“and the veggies and the turkey…?” you say, blearily, “no, si- c’mon, you can’t cook all that.”
“i’ll make mac and cheese,” he says, “the one we used to eat all the time at your old flat. breadcrumbs and stuff.”
a pause, your eyelids ghost over your face. how could you get so lucky?
“love.” he says, kissing you on the top of your head, “sleep, me and violet will be here, makin some pasta for the two of us, sleep lovie, i don’t want my wife sick from not sleeping enough.”
it’s your first christmas as his wife, and that makes something tingle in your stomach as you fall asleep.
violetverse <3 : 141 vists | red velvet
