Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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"Are you sure it's not too late have dinner here?" Simon asked, anxiety coating his voice as his leg bounced impatiently while he sat on the edge of the couch, Jacob sitting on his knee as Kiera continued to dress Evie for the night.
"Too late to back out now, babe," Kiera giggled from the nursery. "That's why I didn't say anything until last night because I knew you'd be worried about it while you were working."
She heard him huff at her response. She frowned slightly as she knew Simon was uncomfortable with the events planned for his birthday, but she was excited to see his reaction once he realized that it was a surprise he had conquered before.
"Know me so well, love," He sighed. "Are you about ready?"
"I'm ready, but your daughter here is giving me some trouble."
"What's she doing?"
"Keeps pulling her little foot away when I try to put her pants on."
Simon chuckled at the thought, unable to blame his little girl for fighting to put on the cute outfits Kiera had bought for her. Pulling Jacob close to his chest as he stood up to make his way towards the nursery, knowing that more than likely, Evie wouldn't fight Simon as much as he would always poke that "Evie obeys her father more."
Even though it was just another reason for Simon to spend more time with his daughter.
A playful smirk decorated his face as he entered the nursery, "No wonder she's fighting you, love. No baby wants to wear bell-bottoms and a big bow on her head."
She scoffed, "She looks cute!"
"She does, but she may not like her outfit. She looks like she's going to a southern Sunday church service." He teased.
It was then that he decided to stop his teasing when he watched her frown at his poking. Way to go, Simon. She was looking forward to making her baby look cute and you ruined it by making fun of it.
"Can you please see if you can get her to stop fighting?" Her tone had no emotion to it although Simon could tell she was upset about it, noting that she had been down about herself on and off for the last few weeks.
"I was just playing, love."
"I know," She sighed, her tone staying the same. "She prefers you over me I think. The only thing of me she wants is my left boob."
"Don't say that. I know she loves you."
"Both her and Jacob prefer you over me," She breathed a forced chuckle in hopes to keep him from trying to stop doubting herself. "You beat me to it every morning when they start crying, make their bottles before I can even get my ass out of bed, change their diapers more than I do. I can't blame them for preferring you over me."
