Simon sits on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone screen as he maneuvers through the digital obstacles in his favorite game. His focus was firm, his determination evident. However, just as his concentration reached its peak, a familiar voice rang out in the room.

"Heeeeey..." The sound of your voice rang out, your presence announced by the light tread of your footsteps, "Watcha doing?"

Simon's gaze looked up, meeting your cheerful eyes. "I'm... busy," he mumbled, his attention immediately returning to the game.

The mischievous grin on your face widened even further. "How busy would you say you are on a scale of eight to nine?"

"Fourteen!" Simon retorted, a hint of frustration lacing his words.

Your teasing continues. "Baby, I'm no mathmatologist, but that seems like a lot."

"IT IS!" Simon huffed, his patience fading.

"Okay, quick survey," You, who didn't seem tired of testing his patience, leaning closer. "Are you 'busy busy' or just busy?"

"What's 'busy busy'?" Simon asked with one eyebrow raised. Just as you want to speak, Simon's hand reaches out, covering your mouth in an attempt to silence you. "No, no, no, don't tell me, don't tell me anything! Don't even tell me what you're doing here!"

A mischievous glint flashed in your eyes as you paused for a moment, before finally smiling, still finding any way to get attention from him, "I found a jump rope."

"I SAID NOT TO TELL ME!" Simon's irritated shout filled the room, mixing with your contagious laughter.