It was another calm, early morning, the faint sunlight creeping through the window. Your eyes fluttered open as you stirred, your first sight for today being your sleeping husband, Simon.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and affection for the man as you watched him, one of the few moments he seemed at rest. You eyes drifted to Simon's many scars, the ones he'd earned from his time in battle. It made you think about the type of person he was, always reserved and rough around the edges, cold to everyone and everything, to all but you of course.

One thing you knew for sure, Simon loved to spoil you. The moment you two were alone, it was all kisses and cuddles. But strange enough, he never seemed to want you to return the favor.

"No need, luv," He drawled to you one day, holding your waist as he pulled you closer. "Loving you is all I need."

Well today, you weren't having it. You were going to spoil him whether he liked it or not. Starting with breakfast, you were going to make him your specialty; pancakes.

Simon finally stirred, awoken by the wafting smell of your famous pancakes on the bedside table. Groggily, he sat up - only to be met with you on his lap.

"Mm...luv? What're you doin'...?" He asked lazily, his gruff, Manchester accent rolling through the words he spoke as he rubbed his eyes.

Mission Spoil Simon is a go.