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just simonโs 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.
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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 firstโ broad shoulders stuffed into dark clothes, that permanently tired stare, the kind of presence that made rooms quiet without him even trying โ and then theyโd shift to you.
And every single time, you swore you saw the same flicker of confusion.
Them?
It made your sick.
You knew Simon didnโt notice it. Or maybe he did and just didnโt 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 wasnโt glamorous. It wasnโt important.
You were justโฆ 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 didnโt understand why he stayed.
โYouโre staring again.โ Simon muttered one night from your couch.
You blinked, pulled from your thoughts. โSorry.โ
He watched you from beneath heavy lashes. โWhatโs goinโ on in that head?โ
โNothinโ.โ
A lie. Simon always knew when you lied.
He sat forward slowly, elbows on his knees. โCโmere.โ
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.
โYouโve been distant all week..โ he said quietly. โTalk.โ
You tried to shrug it off. โIโm tired.โ
โTry again.โ
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.
โI justโฆโ You laughed weakly, avoiding his eyes. โI donโt get it.โ
โGet what?โ
โThis.โ
One of his brows twitched.
โYou.โ Your voice got quieter. โUs.โ
Simon stared at you like he genuinely didnโt understand the question.
Which was insane.
โYou could have anyone.โ you murmured. โAnyone, Simon.โ
His grip on your hips tightened slightly.
โAnd youโre withโฆโ You gestured vaguely to yourself with a self-conscious smile that hurt more than it shouldโve. โMe.โ
Silence.
Not angry silence.
Not cold silence.
The dangerous kind โ the kind where Simon got very, very still.
โYou think Iโm too good for you?โ he asked finally.
Your face heated immediately. โWhen you say it like that it soundsโโ
โAnswer me.โ
You swallowed.
โA little.โ
Simon leaned back against the couch slowly, eyes never leaving yours. There was something awful in them suddenly. Something wounded.
Like youโd hurt him.
โYou think I come here because I settled?โ
โNoโโ
โYou think I look at you and see someone lesser than me?โ
โI didnโt say that.โ
โBut you think it.โ
You looked away.
That was answer enough.
Simon exhaled hard through his nose, jaw tightening beneath faint stubble.
โChrist.โ
Your stomach dropped. โIโm sorry.โ
That made his head snap up instantly.
โThere you go again.โ
โWhat?โ
โApologizinโ for existing.โ
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
Simonโs hands slid from your hips up to your arms, gentler this time.
โYou know what I see when I look at you?โ he asked quietly.
You shook your head.
โI see someone good.โ
You almost laughed at that.
But Simon continued before you could.
โI see someone who remembers how I take my tea. Someone who works ten-hour shifts and still manages to smile at strangers.โ His thumbs brushed absentmindedly against your sleeves. โSomeone who treats people kindly even when they donโt deserve it.โ
His eyes softened.
โYou look at me and see the rank. The size. The scary reputation.โ A humorless huff escaped him. โYou donโt see what I see.โ
โAnd whatโs that?โ
โA soldier.โ
You frowned immediately. โSimon, Iโm literally a waitress.โ
โAye.โ He nodded once. โAnd every day you deal with rude customers, drunk men, shitty management, sore feet, exhaustion, billsโฆโ His gaze locked onto yours. โAnd you keep goinโ.โ
Your throat tightened unexpectedly.
โYou think strength only looks like violence,โ Simon murmured. โLike guns and combat and knowinโ how to kill.โ
One hand came up to cradle your jaw carefully.
โBut Iโve seen men in the military weaker than you.โ
Your eyes burned.
โSimonโฆโ
โI mean it.โ His voice dropped lower now, rough around the edges. โYou walk through life soft. Do you understand how bloody difficult that is?โ
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.
โIโm not special.โ
Simonโs 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.
โDonโt do that.โ he said sharply.
You startled.
โDonโt tear yourself apart in front of me.โ His voice cracked slightly around the edges now. โNot when I love every part.โ
The room went silent.
Simon wasnโt 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 rawโฆ and terrifyingly honest.
His forehead pressed against yours.
โI donโt need someone impressive.โ he whispered. โI need you.โ
Your chest ached so badly it almost hurt to breathe.
โYou make my life quiet.โ
One of his hands slid into your hair carefully.
โYou make me feel human again.โ
Your eyes finally spilled over.
Simon caught the tears immediately with his thumb, looking almost angry at them.
โDonโt cry.โ
โYouโre being too nice.โ you whispered shakily.
A small, disbelieving laugh left him.
โToo nice..โ he repeated. โThatโs what did it?โ
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.
โYou are not lucky to have me.โ he murmured into your hair.
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Simon Riley with his weird ass acts of love and bizarre concept of boundaries
Youโll 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
โWhat in the actual f-โ
โIโm tired oโ your talons digginโ into my legs every nighโ. This is for both oโ us, love.โ Heโll 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 youโre on your period, youโll be stepping out of the shower, bewildered to find that the night time pad and underwear youโd set aside with your pyjamas on the bathroom counter top, have been put together for you?
โSimon- you saved me all of two steps at most? Opening the wrapper and sticking it on?โ
โAnd youโre welcome.โ Heโll mutter casually with a quick kiss to your forehead before heโs off to brush his teeth
โIโm so confused. I might be losing it, Si.โ Youโll mention one time, coming home after work with bags of greasy takeout food in hand, his brow only raising in question. โThis is maybe the third time now Iโve noticed that the petrol was nearing a quarter tank, so Iโd 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-โ
โLove, Iโve been filling up your car.โ
โโฆwhat?โ
โThatโs me. Every time Iโve heard you say you need petrol- Iโve filled up the car.โ Simon shrugs as though heโs simply telling you what the weather is for today, not that heโs been sneaking out in the middle of the night with your car keys to run a quick errand for you as you sleep
โI donโt know if I want to ask how or why first.โ
โWell petrolโs fuckinโ expensive now, thatโs why. You donโt need to be payinโ thaโ.โ
โYou could have just โฆ asked me?โ
โโฆ righโ. Noted.โ Heโll 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 havenโt been here guys been going through some stuff. Plus I have NO idea what to write. But itโs Mothers Day so shoutout to everyoneโs mom and to people who mothers have passed away๐ but yeah this is my first time doing TF141 as a whole so here ya go๐โโ๏ธ
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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 Motherโs Day he still had a job to do.
Your just reminiscing. Looking around the house.
Itโs 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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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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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.
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