Simon scoffed, crossing his arms, back leant against the dinner table. Kids asleep upstairs and the two of you arguing. Again, haha.

"They don't need to learn another language just because their momma speaks it, love." he continued, the term of endearment coming out a bit more force now. You were not a British citizen by birth, and grew up in a different country, and thus didn't simply only speak English. Si heard you teaching the tots a few words from your tongue, like saying "yes" and "no" and things, and as sweet as he found it, he didn't find it so necessary.

"Excuse me? Damn you Si, so you don't want your kids to understand both sides of their parents' families?" you snapped back. He groaned, rubbing his face.

"It's.. it's not that, it's that I don't want 'em to grow up in a country that already mainly speaks English, so why should they take the burden of knowing another, aye?"