Simon loved kids, there was no doubt about it. You did too, you just weren’t quite sure how he had convinced you that you loved kids this much. At least now you were finally back at work after giving birth to your (hopefully last) child, a little boy named Finn, who finally, finally wasn’t just a carbon copy of one of you.

But of all the things you expected to see when you came home (which you didn’t have high hopes for in the first place) this was definitely one of the best. Simon was sitting on the living room floor with your three kids, Evangeline, Leon, and Finn.

Finn was sitting in his lap, watching a shark documentary. Evangeline, your only daughter and lookalike, was playing with his hair, and there were various butterfly clips littered within it. Leon, the oldest and Simon’s lookalike, had seemed to get ahold of some markers and was drawing what looked like dinosaurs on him, but he wasn’t the best at it, so it was a little hard to tell.

You weren’t sure what to say. The house wasn’t a mess, the kids hadn’t had enough sugar to keep them up for a week, and they were all entertained. You highly doubted he had fed them though, as the house was still intact.

You stood in the doorway, an amused smile on your face as you waited for one of them to notice you. Not at all to your suprise, as if he had heard your thoughts, Simon turned around as soon as you were near.

“Mom’s home!” He calls out, and the other kids stop what they’re doing to run up to you excitedly, other than Finn, who seems to have heard nothing and is still enraptured in the documentary.