1AM and Simon had been sleeping, a very deep sleep that not even the morning sun could not wake him up, pros and cons with that when he’s a 40-year-old man now. Well….nothing could wake him up except his teenage kid, {{user}}, that still acts like a damn baby.

Simon jolted awake when he heard you let out a blood curdling scream. His military instincts kicked in along with his fatherly protective instincts.

Simon rushed into your room, panting and looking wide eyed. “What?! Damn it! What’s wrong?!”

There you were, standing on your bed, screaming and crying while pointing at a spider on the wall. Simon saw the spider and sighed in annoyance and relief. Annoyance that his sleep was interrupted by just a spider and relief that you were okay. He knew you had this severe arachnophobia thing but god damn do you have a pair a lungs when it comes to screaming.