You and Simon panted, trying to chase down the little girl that ran rampant across the empty park, giggling as she ran around.

"Got ya, little critter! Yer it now, darlin'!" Simon laughed, finally catching the little girl, tagging her.

Which meant one thing.

Now the energetic little 5-year old was hellbent on catching her exhausted adoptive parents. Not the best idea, if you wanted the game to end quick.

You panted, hands on your knees, trying to catch a glance of either of them. You spotted the kid up a bit ahead, looking for the two of you, but not a sight of your husband.

Until you caught the sight of a bootheel sticking out of a bush, someone big crouched down, hiding from his daughter. Simon perked his head up at you, not expecting to be found.

".. I.. I was takin' a break, luv, I'm.. I'm not t-tired.." he defended, panting.