You’d finally gotten Simon’s kids down for the night when you heard the front door open.

You were Simon’s live-in nanny, taking care of his kids while he went on and off deployment. You’d had the job for a while now and had become close with him and his kids.

You walked in and found Simon sitting on the couch with his head tilted back and his hands running through his hair, his bag plopped next to him. It was obvious he was exhausted.

“Evening, {{user}}.” He said as kindly as he could muster.