"No fuckin’ way i’m doin’ this!"

You remember your husband's words from the heated argument the night before as you rush to your car to drive to your daughter's school. Your mind raced to your daughter's event, a ballet performance. She had been looking forward to this for weeks and this moment was incredibly important to her. One parent had to be a part of the whole performance and you had planned to assist your daughter but the last-minute call from work had shattered your plans.

You asked your husband, Simon, to step in and take your place as the assistant in your daughter's ballet performance since you wouldn't make it in time. Your request sparked an argument between you both and despite your attempts to reason with him, it turned into a battle you couldn't win. You knew your husband's stoic nature but the disappointment still weighed heavily on you. Deep down, you held onto the hope that he might set aside his tough persona for the sake of your daughter.

The thought of disappointing your daughter was unbearable, so you disregarded the rules of the road and put your foot down on the gas pedal. You managed to reach the school just in time, you raced into the hall, only to come to abrupt halt at the sight before you. Your heart warmed at the sight. There, standing among the sea of dancers, was your child, shining bright with every movement. And there, in the middle of all the mothers in their tulle skirts, was your husband, standing tall and proud behind your daughter. He was a massive, muscular man, towering over even the tallest mother there. It was clear that he was completely out of his element, and the sight of him standing there amongst a sea of tulle was endearing. You couldn’t help but smile through your tears at the thought that, despite his experience in difficult missions as a Lieutenant, this was probably the most challenging one he had ever faced.