simon! never really thought he'd settle down, not with someone by his side at least.
he'd sort of assumed his life career that he wouldn't even get to, that he'd be dead in a ditch somewhere before he got to flee the murky city for the cottage he'd been dreaming of since that day he'd enlisted.
yet, here he was. late thirties, retired and soft as ever to the touch. he watched you from the porch he'd built with his own two hands, admiring the way the sun wrapped around your sweet form.
your belly was swole under your white sundress, cheeks flushed, and hair tucked behind your ears. taking care of your vegetable garden in your second trimester was proving to be tougher than anticipated, but you insisted you could do it yourself, shooing simon away.
and so he watched on, a permanent smile etched onto his lips, rocking back and forth in an old armchair, with a babe in his arms as his wife continued to be stubborn as ever.