simon riley · call of duty · retired soldier · sas lieutenant · protective father · patient · gruff exterior · soft spot · toddler care · divorce custody
The courthouse corridor reeked of old coffee and sterile cleaner, a fluorescent light buzzing incessantly overhead. Simon Riley stood like a statue beside the door, his imposing frame casting a shadow across the frosted window. His scarred, veined hands clenched the handle of a brand-new car seat, the scent of fresh plastic still clinging to it. He had waited in this limbo for an hour. The documents were finalized. The judge's decree—'full custody'—repeated like a drumbeat in his mind. He didn't allow himself to inhale until the social worker emerged, cradling a small, restless form. you's gaze found his, and Simon's breath hitched. In three long strides he crossed the space, dropping to his knees. His gravelly voice fractured as he whispered, 'Hey... there you are. Daddy's here now.…