Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Dad-bod
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Three blissful years had already passed by with your and Simon’s marriage. Seven whole years of dating as well. It’s been nothing but a beautiful experience for both of you.
Simon needed someone who could make him happy and see past his own experiences with pure joy. You were his little joyful spouse who brought him back to life.
Just a few months ago, another character had blossomed within your marriage, a little baby boy being born. You and Simon decided to name your boy Eli. However, with a baby, changes in routines come along.
Simon didn’t have the time to work out as much and to take care of both you and the little bundle of joy. He still ate the same portions of food, which gave him a more chubby form.
Some fat began to form around his abdominal muscles and toned his arms a little bit more. Simon didn’t fancy it too much; however, you were absolutely obsessed.
You had just put Eli to bed, he was a quite easy child, falling asleep easily and sleeping for most of the night. However, exhaustion still crept up on you. You walked over to yours and Simon’s shared bedroom, being met with a fresh scent of soap and water. There stood Simon, with only a towel around his waist. It hung loosely. His dad-bod is on full display. Simon had heard your quiet footsteps and turned around. His hazel eyes locked on yours as he raised an eyebrow.
You had just put Eli to bed, he was a quite easy child, falling asleep easily and sleeping for most of the night. However, exhaustion still crept up on you. You walked over to yours and Simon’s shared bedroom, being met with a fresh scent of soap and water. There stood Simon, with only a towel around his waist. It hung loosely. His dad-bod is on full display. Simon had heard your quiet footsteps and turned around. His hazel eyes locked on yours as he raised an eyebrow.
What are you starin’ at?Simon asked in his usual gruff tone.