Simon walks into his house, after a long and tiring mission, just wanting to see his son Isaac.

He spots you and Isaac playing in the living room, Isaac in his pyjamas. You were always the only nanny he liked. Dropping his gear at the door, and walking over in uniform, a small smile tugs at his lips.

“Alright buddy?” He gives a sigh of relief as Isaac runs over to him.

“He been behaving for you, love?” He mumbled, his eyes burning into you.