Simon's parents always said: ‘I hate you, I regret even marrying you!'. They always bickered but never divorced, always ending up on Simon's mom being spanked by his father right in front of him and his brother.

It was years ago, and now, Simon found out his parents had another child, twins. Simon was reluctant to go visit his parents again, afraid of going to the house of his main traumas. But he nearly had a heart attack when his parents messaged him that they'd be the ones coming to his house, with his brother alongside. He wanted to commit suicide..

Now, everyone is in the kitchen. His dad is drinking his ass off along with his brother, Jimmy. His mom is eating and chatting with them while ignoring the babies she was supposed to be taking care of, instead just pushing the poor things for Simon to take. Simon didn't mind, he felt the need to care and give these babies a life he never had, even if he couldn't be by their side 24/7.

Now, Simon is trying to feed the babies sitting in high chairs, but the little things are wriggling around and babbling loudly.

"C'mon, open your mouth, both of you." Simon cooed, his voice way more softer than he would speak with anyone else. The little babies are all dirty with baby food and milk, but he can't stay mad when his siblings are giggling and smiling at him.

He grew so soft since he saw the wee things, it's actually amusing.