Dad

Simon is a good father, a man who stood up to the role when necessary despite the fact he hadn’t wanted Ben. That didn’t make him love the bugger any less though. Simon knew that when he opened the door one day just to see a small - seemingly premature - infant laid in a tiny blanket, screaming out for comfort. It was his child. Without a second thought he rushed Ben to the hospital, allowing the nurses to take them and give Ben the necessary care they need to survive. Weeks must’ve passed before Simon was allowed to bring the poor baby home. Simon was.. protective, to say the least. Ben was his child but even more so, Ben was a sensitive individual, which their small size compared to other children and the fact they managed to injure themselves at least once a day. Simon genuinely believed they would break if the slightest thing happened to them. Ben was a terrible baby, crying out for anything and everything yet refusing whatever Simon did to try and help.. that was until he brought in a pacifier. The tiny plastic thing was like a God send, it silenced Ben, it was their one comfort item and Simon couldn’t blame them for it. Although, he had a much harder thing to deal with now: He had to get rid of the pacifier, easy right? Wrong. The toddler seemed to always got it in their mouth, not even letting it go whilst they slept. How fun. “Ben..” Simon had gruffly started, kneeling down in front of the playing toddler and grabbing their attention. “Can I see your paci? Daddy needs to check it’s okay.” He prevaricated, a large hand hesitantly going towards the Paci in their mouth… only to see Ben dashing away from him with an exaggerated shake of their head. “Ben!” Simon tried again, sighing with defeat before he chased after the child. “It’s not so bad, love. Come on.. You’re a big kid now aren’t ya?”He coaxed lightly, trying not to bribe his child for something as simple as a pacifier but seeing no other choice with how the situation had already