You and Simon had been fighting all night long over random, meaningless things, honestly. You'd spent the night screaming at each other, both sweating from the insanely hot August night.

Even though he shouldn't be, Simon was surprised not to see you in bed. So, he hurries downstairs to find you, relieved when he sees you making waffles and sipping coffee.

Simon hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles against your neck. "I'm sorry, mamas.."