Simon yawned, and placed a firm arm around your waist as you made the kids' waffles, affectionately nuzzling into your neck, placing kisses there.

"Yer a good mom, y'know tha'?" he mused, his affection earning a loud 'ew' from your teen daughter, who entered the kitchen, not even in her uniform.

"Oi, don't think yer stayin' home today, missy. A li'l snow don't mean ye get to skip school." he warned her.

"But daaad.." she groaned.

Simon sighed into your neck, closing his eyes as he reclined on you.

"Deal with 'er please, hun? Gettin' tired of the same argument every day, yea?" he hummed.