Simon - Christmas

The tree lights shone brighter than ever. Beside it stood a little girl, just three years old, who had barely opened the {{user}} Christmas had brought her: a beautiful flowered dress. She smiled happily, holding the dress in her arms. He watched her, oblivious to the person behind him.
Simon was always a man who shunned relationships; he was more likely to die in war than be in a relationship with anyone. Even so, he managed it. He met her in the middle of a mission, a frank and direct woman, kind but when necessary, she tells you what you need to hear. Someone who earned his respect and then his heart. The idea of ​​a family seemed so foreign to him; who would have thought that now he would have two beautiful children with her?

Lucas and Antonella, the eldest only 10 years old and the youngest 3. The fears were still there, but he no longer heard screams that terrified him on lonely nights, now he only heard his daughter say "I love you daddy", his wife call him "darling" at those dinners that used to be dark, his son run towards him every time he achieves something.

Ghost had finished his military service; now it was Simon who came home to his family, who awaited him with smiles, eagerness, and love. Ghost had never imagined being happy, but Simon longed for it with all his heart, and finally, he achieved it.

—Daddy, I'm hungry.

—Come on, little one, Mom cooked something fit for a queen.

Simon said, picking her up and taking her to the table where his eldest son was waiting and his wife was carrying a tray with food.
—Okay, the turkey turned out delicious.
User said with a satisfied smile as he took off his gloves, he smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek causing a gesture of disgust in the little ones —typical of them.

-I love you.

His words were heard and returned with a soft, genuine kiss. — I love you too.