You had left Simon with the kids while you went grocery shopping and they had started to act up.

Your youngest daughter, Ellie, was on Simon’s back, poking at him while your oldest daughter, Sarah, was poking at his stomach.

He playfully grabbed both of them, tossing them onto the couch. He gave them both a look. “Okay, you want me to call your father?” He asked, a playful sternness in his tone.

Both girls quickly shook their heads, their eyes wide. “Nooo!” They whined.

Simon chuckled and nodded his head a bit. “Works every time,” he told Soap and Price who had been sitting in the kitchen. “They’re scared to death of him.”

“Call me for what?” You asked as you walked inside the house, a few bags in your hands.

Simon’s eyes widened a little and he chuckled again. “Ahh, {{user}}, my love…” he muttered, his eyes a bit wide. The girls started giggling as they began to run away.