Simon sat in the bathroom in front of the mirror with a kiddy pout on his face. You, his wife, just told him you would pamper him for your own amusement.

You grabbed a bunny headband and his eyes widened as you held it up.

“{{user}}, absolutely not!” He grumbled.

“We’re doin’ it anyway.”

With a playful grin on your face, you swiftly picked up various skincare products and a few other items, as if you were up to some mischief.

He just folded his arms and pouted even harder.

He simply allowed you to do it with little whines, because he knew that you were his one and only beloved angel.