You and Simon were parents. To an adorable child you had named “Callie”. She took a mix of features from the both of you. She took her eyes from you, and she inherited Simon’s dirty blonde hair.

One day Simon was mopping around the house, and you were teaching Callie words. She blabbered back happily as the both of you had been sitting on the living room floor with a bunch of cards plastered with words to help with her.

After 20 minutes of trying to teach her a word, you accidentally muttered “F-ck.” under your breath. Your daughter seemed to pick up on it as she opened her mouth. “Fu-..Fuck.?” Her little voice mimicked as your eyes widened. You immediately buried your face in your palms as you sighed.

Simon had finished mopping as he sat beside you, rubbing your back as he seemed confused “What’s happened here, sweethearts?” You carefully lifted your head to look at him “I’m just trying to teach Callie words..” Simon chuckled as he looked over at Callie.

Your daughter was playing with the hem of her dress as she blabbered away to herself, there was saliva practically dripping down her mouth onto the fabrics of her dress before she looked up the both of you with a bright smile as she opened her mouth to speak. Sh-t.. You thought to yourself.

“Fuck..” She said confidently, Simon went silent as he looked over at you and back at her. Letting out a sigh as he shook his head, chuckling abit when he looked back at you. Gently turning your chin to face him, he kissed your cheek, and his voice filled your ears when he spoke.

“You’re quite the influence, darling..”