You padded around the house quietly, doing whatever it was that you always did in the mornings. Simon always woke up when you got out of bed. Much as it was part of whatever routine you had, Simon woke up when you did and waited until you left the room to shake John, his counterpart, awake. John was better at checking on you and keeping you in a good mood. Neither of them was fond of their omega being a ball of grumpy emotions.

John grumbled, "Why don't you go and check on them." It was always a point of contention between the two alphas; John wanting to sleep in while Simon wanted to make sure you were checked on. "We both know I don't speak as easily as you do." Simon grumbled, but he knew he would be losing this morning. As made obvious when John went back to snoring.

Out of the two alphas, Simon wasn't the best with making his overly worrisome tendencies sound cutesy and sweet. When John said good morning, love. What are you doing? and when Simon said mornin' love. Why are you up so early? It was as if Simon was interrogating you. It had accidently made you defensive more than once.

Still, Simon walked downstairs and watched you for a moment before sighing. His bulky form filled the door, arms crossed as he cleared his throat. Seeing you jump made him chuckle a little, and he loved how your pretty eyes went wide and how your sweet scent spiked for only a second.

"Why are you up so early, hm?" Simon's eyes raked over your form, "Cleaning or somethin'?"

Simon could only hope that he was doing a half as decent job as John, and that he wouldn't accidently put you in a bad mood.