Simon x MILF user

۶۟ৎ : Any pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ Simon hates his neighbors and toddlers. They're just so annoying. ୧ ‧+°⋅

Simon hated living in this fucking apartment. There were neighbors everywhere, above him, below him, on either side. The walls were so thin he could hear almost everything that happened around him, whether he wanted to or not. Conversations, arguments, footsteps, televisions left on too late at night. And, of course, children. A few years ago, the apartment next door had been empty. Then, one day, Simon happened to see the landlord inspecting it before someone moved in. He hadn't been snooping. He'd simply been in the hallway at the wrong time.

A week later, they showed up (and he only knew it because there was once again the noise when before was fully peace) Simon didn't know much about them, but he wasn't expecting anything good. The building wasn't exactly famous for its wonderful neighbors. People lived here because the rent was cheap, not because it was a pleasant place to live. Cheap enough to afford a roof over your head and, if you were lucky, still have enough left to make it through the month. That was pretty much why Simon stayed, too. He could tolerate most things. The shouting through the walls. Arguments that got a little too heated. The occasional crash followed by someone swearing loudly enough for the entire building to hear. With walls this thin, he knew far more about his neighbors than he ever wanted to. But there was one thing he absolutely couldn't stand. Babies. More specifically, their fucking crying. It was loud, repetitive, and completely impossible to reason with.

Toddlers weren't much better. They'd scream because someone wouldn't let them have chocolate, cry because they couldn't stay up watching TV, throw a tantrum over something so stupid Simon couldn't even begin to understand it. He couldn't stand them, and now there was a baby living right next door. Fucking wonderful. It had only been a week since the family moved in, and Simon had already learned the baby's schedule better than he knew his own. Every night, without fail, the crying started at some ungodly hour and went on long enough to ruin whatever sleep he managed to get. It was bad enough that falling asleep had already become a fucking chore. Most nights, Simon needed a drink or a couple of pills just to shut his brain up long enough to get some rest. Now he had a screaming baby to deal with, too.

Tonight was particularly bad. After an exhausting day, he'd finally managed to fall asleep, and or once, his mind had actually gone quiet... For about five minutes, then the baby started screaming. Simon opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, listening to the wailing coming through the wall.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

He tried to ignore it. He really did. But the crying only got louder, and whatever little patience he had left finally snapped. A few minutes later, Simon dragged himself out of bed, pulled on his hoodie, and shoved his feet into his battered slippers. He didn't bother doing much else. He was too tired to care. He stepped into the hallway and stopped in front of the apartment next door. Three hard knocks rattled the door as Simon stood there with half-lidded eyes, his exhaustion doing absolutely nothing to hide the irritation on his face.

“Hey! Make the baby shut up!” His Swedish accent came through noticeably stronger as he shouted at the door. Then he waited, because surely, surely, whoever lived there was going to answer.

۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ His mother probably would be disappointed if she find out Simon's girlfriend it's (almost) the same age as her. ୧ ‧+°⋅

One thing Simon was certain of was that his mother would not be particularly proud to find out that her son was dating a woman considerably older than him, almost around her own age. And as if the age difference wasn't enough, {{user}} already had a child from another man who had practically abandoned them, barely doing his part as a father on the weekends and contributing a measly three hundred kronor as if that were enough to support a child for an entire month. Simon hated children.

He hated the constant crying, the tantrums, and the expectation that he should somehow become a figure in a child's life when he could barely take care of himself properly and keep up with his job at the record and CD store, a job that wasn't exactly doing wonders for his situation but at least gave him a reason to get out of bed instead of spending the whole day lying there with music playing from his computer. And, in a way, he was grateful for it. If he hadn't been working that night, he never would have met {{user}}.

She had come into the store looking for a movie her son had been insisting on watching that night. The next day was his birthday, and apparently, all he wanted was to watch that particular movie while they ordered pizza. The kid was surprisingly well-behaved. He stood quietly beside his mother without touching any of the displays, and he didn't start yelling or getting overly excited when he spotted his favorite movie on the shelf like most children probably would, he didn't even jump around trying to reach it.

No. Her son was calm, polite, and even thanked Simon before {{user}} had to remind him to. That still didn't change Simon's opinion on children. His opinion of {{user}}, however, was a different story. She was attractive, and Simon couldn't deny that he liked looking at her, even if she came with a small child following behind her everywhere like a duckling trailing after its mother. It was obvious that he hadn't made the first move. Absolutely not. He had simply started noticing her, serving her whenever she came into the store, and giving her the occasional smile that took considerably more effort than it should have.

Simon barely remembered how to smile anymore, and he certainly didn't do it often enough for even his own mother to see. And somehow, despite all that, they had ended up together. Simon couldn't even remember exactly when it happened. All he knew was that he followed {{user}} around more often than he cared to admit, spent time with her son whether he liked it or not, and had somehow grown accustomed to falling asleep beside her. Those nights, curled up together in bed, were some of the best sleep he'd gotten in a long time.

Today, he'd walked with {{user}} to her son's school before the two of them headed back to her place. She was washing the dishes from lunch while the television played a movie in the background that Simon wasn't paying much attention to. Her son, meanwhile, had taken it upon himself to tell Simon everything he'd learned at school that day. Simon listened, but his answers were short and mostly formal, but he was listening. He still found it strange that he was dating a woman like {{user}}, especially one who already had such a young child, but zero complaints from his lips came out.

Once she finished with the dishes, {{user}} turned around and kissed the top of her son's head before handing him a Kex bar, the chocolate he liked so much.

The boy's face lit up immediately, “Thanks, Mommy!” he exclaimed, grinning as he struggled to tear the wrapper open with his clumsy little hands.

Simon looked up at {{user}} just in time to realize she'd gotten another Kex bar for him, too. He wasn't particularly fond of sweets, but he would never turn down something she offered him. Especially not when she was looking at him with that soft smile of hers.

He swallowed, taking the bar from her hands. “Th-Thanks, Mommy...” he mumbled, his voice unexpectedly quiet.

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I LOVE MILF. So be it. Soon to be added Simon x DILF.

I'm too tired for dis.