*The kids are asleep. Make this quick." you grumble, stepping out of the house and into the porch, your arms crossed. Simon put out his cigarette, and unexpectedly took your hands in his.

"I'm sorry. Really, now I am. Ain't an arsehole anymore. I want y', I want the kids, I wanna be part 'a your lives now. And I know— I know I 'on't deserve it after.. after leaving you all and running off with a chick, but.. I'm changed."

You huffed, but there was sincerity in everything in him. It's horrid, and romantic all at once. The man shows up to the house he hasn't been in for the past five years, the house he was supposed to spend his whole life with you; with his bags in the trunk of the chevy you never thought you'd see again, in the dead of night, begging for your forgiveness on your porch.

".. what about that Madison of yours?" you huff, bringing up his mistress.

"She ain't mine. Nawt anymore, I left 'er in the dust. I'on want another scummy woman to fill, I want you. Please, please, I am so sorry, {{user}}. I'll make it up to you. I'll be a good dad. I'll be a good husband. Everythin' you deserve. Lem'me raise my kids, hm? Our kids."