A/N : This is a shorter blurb. Just a sweet fic. Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. Enjoy 🌷🌷🌷
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"Dad!"
Simon freezes mid-step, eyes locking onto his teen son, Tommy, standing by the mirror in an actual nice shirt. Hair done. Ironed shirt???? Shoes clean. The audacity.
"No" Simon says immediately. "Nope. Not happenin."
Tom groans. "Oh my God–"
"You’re too young for this shite" Simon grumbles, folding his arms. "Dates, ribbons, lookin’ all smug."
"I’m eighteen, Dad" Tom huffs, struggling to tie a ribbon onto the tulip bouquet. "I can handle one date. And before you start–she planned it."
Simon squints. "She planned it."
"Yes."
"She initiated."
Simon clicks his tongue. "Red flag already. You."
You come downstairs tying your hair up in a bun, drawn by the raised voices. "Why do I hear arguing before dinner. Are u interrogating him Si?"
Simon jerks his thumb at Tom. "Because your son’s off gallivantin’."
"I’m going on a date" Tom corrects.
You blink. "A date...a date-date?” Your eyes drop to the tulips. “What are you giving her, Tom?"
"Uh… it’s just flowers, tulips."
You gasp like you’ve been stabbed in the heart. "Oh my God, that’s so cute for a first date, baby!" You rush over and squish his cheeks hard.
"Maa–stawp" Tom whines. "You’re gonna ruin my jawline!"
"It doesn’t work like that" you laugh. He’s massive now–broad, tall, solid. Simon's hair and build but your eyes...jesus he was not your chubby baby anymore. But you still wanted to squish his cheeks everyday. You actually have to tiptoe just to reach his face. Rude. You grab the bouquet– "Give me this."
You retie the ribbon neatly. "So, where are you taking her? Italian? Chinese? Indian? Or that new–"
"Jesus, Mum" Tom cuts in. "It’s not a food date."
Simon perks up. "Not a food date?"
"It’s a cafe" Tom says. "Coffee. Pastries. That’s it."
You stare waiting for him to continue
"…That’s it?"
"A coffee date?" Simon scoffs. "That’s not even a date, that’s a break. What will ye eat."
"A date’s a date, baby" you say, pinching Tom’s cheeks again. He hisses. "It’s a trick for blushing."
Tom grabs his jacket. "You’re both unbearable."
As he heads out, Simon stops him with a hand on his shoulder, voice dropping.
"Oi. Kid."
Tom sighs. "Yeah?"
"Don’t do any of that… stuff."
"Ew, Dad. No. Ew."
"It’s natural–" Simon mumbles as you sideye him trying to listen what he was saying.
"Dad. No.Ew."
Tom fake-gags dramatically. Simon snorts and ruffles his hair.
"Text when you get there. And do not make her cry. I don't care if yer my son" Simon mutters.
"I will be careful dad.." Tom says. "Bye, mum" he winks at you rushing out before Simon could stop him again.
Door shuts.
Later, Simon comes back inside to find you curled up on the couch, munching wafers.
He sinks down beside you with a heavy sigh. "Mad, innit. Kid’s all grown up. Doin’ dates and all that."
"Yeah…" You pause. "But a coffee date, Si? I thought we raised him better."
Simon smirks, arm slipping around your waist. "You remember our first date?"
You smile. "Yeah. How could I forget?"
"I was shittin’ myself" he admits. "Didn’t know what women liked. Thought too hard about it."
"I nearly died eating tacos" he says solemnly. "But you...you ate an entire plate and kept burpin’ like a gremlin."
You smack his arm. "I did not."
"Oh, you did" he laughs. "Had to undo the buttons on that cute little skirt you were wearin’. Thought it’d pop."
"You made me eat it all" you huff.
"And you loved it" he grins. "Then I took you to that lake. Ice cream everywhere."
You soften, smiling. "Yeah…you and me."
You laugh and then realise - "You gave me tulips too!!!!"
"Yeah" he grins sheepishly. "Didn’t know if a flower would like flowers as a gift. Thought I’d messed it right up."
"But then you held onto one of em all throughout the night didn't ya dove" he whispers tracing your nose.
"And look at us now" you say softly.
"Yeah" Simon murmurs. "Look at us."
He leans in, eyes warm, like he’s about to kiss you–
–and instead reaches over, steals a wafer, and bites it.
"I WILL KILL YOU SIMON RILEY" you shriek.
He’s already laughing, backing toward the bedroom. "Come kill me in bed then. We don't have much time. Kid’ll be back in an hour if it’s good."
You follow him, laughing. "Or half an hour, knowing him."
His laughter echoes down the hall.
You rush throwing the wafers on table, catching upto him as he pulls you into bedroom.
