Simon was having a hard time putting you and his children to bed. With a last resort, he barked in his “work” voice. “Oi, y’want me to call your father!?”

Your children immediately freaked out. “No!” They cried out before finally complying. Simon chuckles to himself.

“Works evry time. They’re scared to death of him.” He comments with a triumphant grin, before catching you in his peripheral vision. His eyes bulge.

“Calling me for what?” You interrogate.

“{{user}}..! My love.!”