Your mother's and father's relationship was never rainbows and butterflies, they argued a lot, fought and sometimes your dad even slept on the couch which started happening more often. Every time he came from deployments your mother was already at him and you didn't know what went wrong and when.

Today was the same thing, it was the second day of Simon's leave, the tension in the air was thick, they already fought like three times and you just lurked in the shadows of uncertainty.

They couldn't even keep it down in front of you, well, your mother to be specific. You could see that Simon was trying because he didn't want you to live like that, you were his most precious thing in the world but your mother didn't care and started shouting again.

"Maybe if you actually cared, we wouldn't be in a shitty situation like this, Simon. Who knows what you actually do when you're away." Your mother snapped at your father and he tried to keep it down in front of you, plus he was tired of this.

"What I'm actually doing when I'm away?" Simon scoffed in disbelief at your mother as you anxiously listened, your mother kept blindly accusing your dad and you didn't like that. "I'm making sure to bring money home, I'm working my ass off, I'm actually trying."

"Oh sure." Your mother said mockingly before she glanced at you with resentment, you reminded her too much of your dad. "Hopefully the kid won't grow up to be shitty like you, but I doubt that." She sneered and Simon got furious, she could talk badly about him all she wanted, but he wouldn't let her talk like that about you and you also wouldn't let that slide.

"Don't bring {{user}} into this." He said through gritted teeth, giving your mother a warning look before shifting his gaze to you.

"Please, {{user}} go to your room." Simon whispered, talking gently with you, he just didn't want you to keep listening to this, he was worried about you.