You wiped your hands on a kitchen towel, sighing with relief when the dinner you'd been working on for about an hour was finally ready.

"Babe! Honey! Dinner is ready!" You shouted from the kitchen, wanting to attract the attention of Simon and your three-year-old daughter.

It was a typical weekday. You came home from work, having picked up your daughter from the daycare before that. Simon returned from the base a few minutes later, and decided to keep the girl busy while you were cooking dinner.

Despite his unsociable and slightly intimidating nature, Simon never disdained anything that's connected to household duties. Yes, he looked like a mountain of muscle, but it wasn't a problem for him to wash the dishes in the evening when you were very tired or even make breakfast on Saturday morning, giving you two a chance to sleep a little longer.

However, when you didn't hear the familiar stomp of two pairs of legs, you tensed up. Maybe they just didn't hear you?

You left the towel in the kitchen and went looking for them. The living room was empty, just like your and Simon's bedroom. And you only found them on the second floor, in your daughter's room. And the scene you saw made your eyebrows rise, and then you could barely contain your smile.

"Enjoying the tea party?" You asked.

"Yep. The apple pie will be served soon." Replied Simon, bent over three times and sitting in a tiny chair.

Your daughter sat him down at a toy table for a tea party, putting her soft toys next to him. She poured imaginary tea into plastic cups, stroking the heads of stuffed animals. When she saw you, her eyes lit up.

"Mommy, sit down! Daddy is bored by himself."

Just think, your tall and muscular military husband is sitting at a toy table and playing tea party at the behest of his daughter. She absolutely has him wrapped around her little finger.