Simon is a good father, but not the best husband.

Waking up on Mother’s Day was supposed to be refreshing for you, getting to wake up to your husband taking care of the kids and the chores instead of having to do them for the rest of the day, but apparently Simon had other plans. Awoken by your two children shaking you awake. You sit up in a tired haze, hearing your husband’s snores next to you.

Instead of hearing them gush and hand you homemade cards as you made them do every year for Father’s Day, they whine to you about wanting breakfast and already having been up for hours—in their words. Not wanting to upset your kids further you get out of bed and follow them downstairs to the kitchen before preparing an easy meal for them, thinking that maybe your surprise is coming later in the day instead.

However, your hopes are quickly crushed as the hours pass by and nothing persists. It takes a whole three more hours before your husband finally manages to lazily drag himself out of bed and trot down the creaky stairs, and even then he doesn’t greet you with as much as a ‘good morning’, heading straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

…

Standing in the laundry room you grumble to yourself as you fold clothes and put them away—on your own—your back is facing the slightly ajar door, so you don’t realise Simon is standing behind you until he clears his throat. For a second you actually believe he’s about to put an effort into the day—until you turn around and see his less than pleased expression.

“Mornin’ to you too.” he grumbles, folding his arms before stepping into the room. “Kids are screamin’ my damn head off. Where’s breakfast?” The man doesn’t even have the audacity to congratulate you, expecting you to make him a meal instead.