#simon miniminter

You were doing Faith a massive favour. Her and Ethan were down to their last resorts looking for a last-minute babysitter, and you and your boyfriend were the first choice out of the six they had to choose from. In all honesty, Behz would have rated Simon quite low among his group of boys, but knowing you would be there and hopefully doing most of the looking after, he had a much relaxed aroma on his way to your house with Olive.

You were average with babies, you didn’t want to brag because you knew every baby was different, but you liked to think you were good enough. And Olive was a good baby: she was easily entertained and not as much of a hassle to actually care for. The biggest thing you had to worry about was assembling the pram in and out of the car.

“Here he comes!” You cheered, standing in the hallway as you watched Simon’s car pull up.

The lock rattled and the handle pulled down, and as he wiped his feet on the carpet, the baby let out a giggly sound, grabbing his attention immediately. Simon froze.

“Ummm . . what?”

“Look who’s come to stay with her favourite Auntie and Uncle!!!”

“Is that Olive?” He smiled, shutting the door behind him.

“Sure is!”

“Where’s her mum and dad? Is that why Ethan missed my shoot?!”

“They have a birthday party. Don’t worry, they said they should be back before 11:00. If not, I offered to keep her the night.”

“YOU WHAT?”

“What?! I wanted them to go out and enjoy themselves!”

“Should’ve thought about that before they had a kid.”

“Simon,” you gave him a look, bouncing Olive in your arms. “Look at her! She’s the sweetest ever! She’ll be so good!”

He looked at Olive, trying not to smile, but he couldn't help it. She was such a cute baby and he was intrigued to see how the day would go watching her. “Did she tell you that?”

You looked at him. “Shut up. Sit down and hold her for me,” you guided him to your newly built kitchen, pulling a seat out with your foot as he nervously took a seat.

You placed her carefully in his arms, guiding his hands to hold her little body properly and comfortably. She was still only a couple months old. You told him to relax as he felt tense, your heart swelling at the sight and already making you broody. You laughed at his state and tended to the kettle where you’d just boiled some water for her bottle. “We’ll feed her, get her changed and maybe take her out somewhere? If you want?”

“Hm, sure,” Simon was oblivious when it came to babies, at least in the caring part. He just about knew how to talk to them, and that was only because he’d seen how his Mum had talked to one like she talked to their dog.

Adding the scoops to the water, you brought the bottle in and sat down next to him, your head on his shoulder, looking down at the questioning baby. “My heart explodes looking at her.”

“I feel like I'm looking at a mini Behz,” he laughed, looking at you to see if you agreed. You did. She was his double. But you could see Faith in her too — maybe it was her eyes, or her little button nose.

You buttoned on her bib, took her from him and placed her comfortably in your hold before giving her bottle, besotted by how content she was once she was being fed, eyes closing almost blissfully in that weren’t staring up at you. You pulled her closer in a slight squeeze, “I love her sooo much,” you hugged her little body to yours. You wanted to keep her forever.

Simon watched, a little besotted himself, seeing how easy you took to it — better than him anyway, but a reassuring sight it was. Simon took a picture and sent it to his Mum, knowing it would set her off but captioned it in a sick joke ‘cause he was a mean son — ‘surprise! you’re finally a granny!’

Simon didn’t know how, but his plans to go film a quick couple videos for the channel had suddenly been rescheduled for another time as you’d managed to force him into going a walk with you and Olive.

And not only that, but wearing the baby carrier.

“Does it feel secure?” You clipped in another buckle at his side, pulling it as tight as can be. You slipped Olive in the carrier, laughing at how cute he was in her little coat and hat, as well as your boyfriend’s face who was questioning Olive’s stare on him.

“What? What is it?” He asked her genuinely, voice a little pitched as if it was baby language, ans she just starred, a subtle smile appearing from behind her dummy at the attention. “Are you laughing at me? Or are you laughing at my beard? My pathetic excuse of a beard?”

Your heart was bursting out of your chest. “Tell him to shave his beard, Olive,” you grinned, smiling satisfied, she seemed happy enough in the carrier strapped to Simon’s chest.

“I don’t know how us walking about is supposed to tire her out,” he expressed, walking out the door, “i’m the one doing all the walking.” He wondered how ridiculous he looked, but at the same time, he laughed every time he looked down at Olive and found her big eyes already staring up at him.

“Oh shut up and stop complaining,” you quipped, locking the door before setting off on your stroll.

You walked around your new neighbourhood, familiarizing yourself with your surroundings, walking hand in hand. Many stopped to greet you and introduce themselves as the recognised you to be the new, lovely young couple who had bought the big house at the end of the road. “And who’s this?!” They awed, getting a sight of Baby O snoozing against Simon’s chest, his hoodie clearly as soft as her baby blanket back home.

“Oh, she’s not ours!” He panick laughed while you shook your head at his immediate shoot down.

“She’s our good friend’s little one, we’re just taking her for the night.”

“Goodness, she is the cutest.”

“Thank you! Her name is Olive.”

“Olive! How beautiful!”

You smiled more as your boyfriend struggled to think of what to say.

“None for you yet, then?” They joked. “That is a big house.”

You chuckled at that.

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna get the dog next, start from there,” he laughed, and you bidded your goodbye, a fan of the friendly neighbour.

You walked for a bit until heading back, Simon complaining he was tired after practically pulling an all-nighter from filming videos the night before to which you’d responded — “and who’s fault is that?”

You all got home, and sat in the living room to chill before dinner. Simon sprawled on the sofa whilst you played with Olive on the floor, joining her on the baby mat and showing her every toy that she’d brought from home. She loved the attention.

Simon felt odd watching you interact with her so well, it was kind of unnerving, but undeniably wholesome at the same time — you were acing this shit.

“Ok but . . imagine we did have a kid.”

Your head shot to him, flabbergasted. “I’m sorry?!”

Simon laughed at your response. “No but I mean — like . . I mean, if Behz can do it, we can clearly do it, right?”

“Yeah. Of course!”

“It’s not so bad.”

“No. And our kid will be different so we’ll probably understand them better as well,” you added, tickling a giggling Olive’s cheek with her fluffy bunny rabbit.

“ . . d’you think they’ll look like me? D’you think they’ll be cute?”

You smiled adoringly at his questions. “Yes. I’m sure they will look like you Simon. They’ll have the same blue eyes as Olive but be much, much taller,” you raised your brows, thinking back to his baby pictures. Of course they would be cute. “And I’ll be taking and picking them up from football practice like the soccer mom I was destined to be in my Range Rover.”

Simon laughed and clapped at that, although the idea of that had his heart skipping.

He was on board with that.

When it was time to start dinner, you’d tried to hand over the babygirl to your boyfriend — keyword: tried. She withheld — clinging to your shirt and cuddling further into you, a clear instigation she wanted to stay with you. “Go on! It’s Simon! Uncle Simon!” You swayed with her, and although she didn’t shy away — it was like she still knew he was yet to warm to her, as she was with him. “Olive.” You couldn't even hide your pride — you kept her attached to you, you loved her want for you, letting her join you in the kitchen as you whipped up something quick.

Simon thought she was adorable, but once dinner was made, ate and dishes put away — he couldn’t help but work out just how long this baby was clung to you — not willing to give you up.

“Here we have the biggest hogger known to man—” he joined you both on the floor with his vlogging camera in hand. Olive was fascinated by the item in his hand. “I have not seen y/n in a solid two and a half hours because of you,” oh but her face was so cute and she was reaching for the camera, “do you want to say hello?” he heightened his voice - subconsciously doing the baby voice as he lowered it for her to grab, “say ‘what’s up!’”

Your heart melted, seeing them finally take to each other. “I’m gonna call this ‘BABYSITTING BABY BEHZ GONE WRONG!!!’ — see how many views that gets us,” he snickered, and you laughed at outloud, his immaturity never failing to amaze you. You already knew the thumbnail would be a baby doll laying on your stairs or sitting in your oven.

Simon switched out his camera for one of her toys and they began playing with them instead, and at the sight of Olive smiling and kicking her legs, you took to the kitchen to finish tidying away whatever you hadn’t been able to beforehand.

You sent photos to Faith and Ethan to let them know their baby was having the best time at their Aunt and Uncle’s, full of smiles and getting every bit of attention offered. Faith was screaming at the sight, shaking her boyfriend, “they’re turning into us! Our influence!” She joked, 5 drinks gone while Ethan laughed at her. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself — you were with Simon on the idea of a dog or two first — but it was nice to know this was your forever home, and the home you’d be bringing your own little ones home to one day, to bring up.

“Erm . .” you heard a voice. “I think someone needs a nappy change.” You turned to find your man holding Olive a little out from him from the kitchen door, and your heart burst, and you laughed. “I’m afraid that is something out of my skill range.”

You took a kicking Olive again, smothering her cheeks in kisses and brought her to the livingroom to quickly change her, as well as some pyjamas as it neared the time for her last feed before bed.

“Here, I’ll go make her bottle,” you passed her back, and this time she let herself to go to Simon, the pair laying down on the sofa as she watched the TV from his chest.

You were a puddle.

You made the bottle and trotted back to the living room, only to be met with the cutest sight your ever did see: the pair both fast asleep on the couch, Olive snuggled up like a little cocooned caterpillar, sucking her dummy whilst your boyfriend almost snoozed away, his hands both on her little back, keeping her both secure and warm as they dozed off to the sound of the TV playing in the background. You took another set of photos.

You were so unbelievably proud to see him take so well to her, and it gave you a little bit of hope and excitement for the future. It didn’t seem so scary anymore. “Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I think we should go look at dogs tomorrow.”