Simon walked into the room, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion. He let out a long, frustrated sigh as he glanced at his wife, who was lying on the bed, quietly reading a book. His day had been long, chaotic, and full of things going wrong. He sighed again, his shoulders sagging as he sat beside you on the bed. Without a word, he turned and lay down next to you, his face burying into your chest in a rare moment of vulnerability.

You chuckled softly, your fingers soothingly brushing over the back of his balaclava, appreciating the rare calm between you. The world outside seemed so distant in this peaceful moment, and for a while, nothing else seemed to matter.

But then, without warning, the bedroom door was thrown open with a bang. You both looked up in surprise as your daughter stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her with a force that made the walls shake. She marched over to the bed, her steps quick and determined.

"I need to rant."

Her voice was loud and demanding as she yanked her socks off and tossed them into the hamper with far more aggression than necessary. Both you and Simon exchanged wide-eyed glances, caught off guard by the sudden outburst.