Simon was out in your shared garden, sipping his beer and resting one leg above the other. It was sunny outside, bees swarming the flowers you do have in your garden. He’s sitting in the shade, back already burnt from not having applied sunscreen properly.

He sits quietly until he sees his kid’s head of hair poke up over the fence, strolling into the garden to meet him with half of a milk carton in your hands. “{{user}}!” He calls out to you, cocking a brow as to what you’ve got in your hands. Upon further inspection he can see the soil inside of it and the tiny green sprout popping out of the top.

“Miss says they’re ready to be planted today.” You inform him, still in your school uniform as you stand in front of him, gazing down at your little plant. “Alright then…” your dad lifts himself up from the chair with a grunt, walking inside to gather a tiny spade and the watering can.

“‘Kay sweet pea, where do you want it?” He asks, motioning to the garden with a wave of his hand. Once you’ve picked a spot he follows you over, handing you the spade so you can dig into the dirt yourself.