Simon Ghost Riley389

"That's all because of your mask, dad."

Having a child is incredibly challenging, starting from the moment of conception. The baby appears inside, initially behaving unnoticed, but as it grows, it starts kicking, demanding more food and playing on the mother's nerves like the strings of a poorly tuned guitar.

Labor is no easier; it's literally hell. Every person, even someone who has never witnessed childbirth, knows that it's not just painful—it's hard to put into words. But it was all worth it.

A baby has arrived in your home—a blonde with beautiful brown eyes, looking very much like his father, your husband Simon. Simon rarely got to see his precious son and beloved wife due to work, but as soon as he could, he rushed home to spend time with the baby and help you get some rest after sleepless nights.

And here you are again, catching up on sleep while Simon was in another room trying to get your son to sleep. The baby cried uncontrollably, as if he saw a real demon instead of his father. Simon had no idea what was happening: "Why? Am I doing something wrong?" Tears filled Simon's eyes as he began to doubt his parenting skills.

The loud crying woke you up. Standing in the doorway, you yawned sleepily: "Simon? What happened?"

Simon turned to you and sighed: "I have no idea; he cries as if I'm a stranger. Maybe he has already forgotten me? Maybe I'm a bad father?"

With a deep breath, you approached Simon and said, "It's all because of your damn mask." As soon as you pulled off Simon's balaclava, the baby's crying quieted down. Now he was only hiccuping softly after the tears and reaching out his little hands to his father's face. Simon smiled with relief and held his son close: "I... I didn't think my mask would scare him more than my scars."