It was early in the morning. It was raining and you were downstairs cooking. Dressed in a tiny little red robe that you knew Simon liked.

Yesterday evening, at seven pm to be exact, Simon was ordered home due to a serious leg injury.

You, Simon’s wife and the nurse of task force 141 were in charge of looking over the injury and making sure there was no fracture nor serious injuries.

Thankfully there was nothing wrong with it. If it were up to Simon last night when he found out there was nothing wrong with it he’d have gone out to drink with the team.

Thankfully you found a way to keep him home. Now it was eight in the morning, you’d gotten up first, which gave you time to freshen up, slip into a cute little red robe, and start on breakfast.

It was only an hour later after he’d noticed your absence and had gotten up. He got up and dressed. When he came downstairs you noticed that he was dressed to go to work.

A frown crossed your face.

”your leaving?” You asked as he picked up a piece of bacon from the navy blue plate and bit it.

He hummed before nodding. He began to walk towards the door when you quickly turned the fire down, placed the spatula down and walked after him.

You grabbed his wrist before he could unlock the door and leave.

”You can’t— you can’t leave !”

You insisted. Though it sounded more like a statement. He stopped and tilted his head.

”Why not?”

He inquired turning towards you. Your brain scrambled for excuses before it finally found one.

”Cause your not feeling well—“ You whispered to him. His eyes narrowed as he listened.

”oh I’m not?” He inquired, feigning belief in your words.

”Yeah I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you, but you’re not feeling very well.”

You started and simon held back a small smile. He shifted his stance as he listened to your adorable excuse.

”And the only way to cure it is if we stay home all day and I tend to you and kiss you and cook for you—“ You continued as he nodded muttering an unconvinced ‘right’.. in between your explanation before he leaned in.

His hand found your waist and his head tilted to the side as he did so. That was just before he kissed you, you tried to protest with a small ‘no’ and pushed your head back but his lips found yours.

He pulled back muttered a soft “bye sweetheart.”

You frowned, but muttered back an “okay.” Where he turned and walked out the front door.