Ever since you’ve been claimed by both Simon and Johnny, they’ve been protective and possessive of you; always by your side.

And now they’re both arguing with each other, yelling at one another for letting you out of their sights; not knowing no where you went.

Then you open the front door, shutting the both of them up as Johnny snaps his heads at you; baffled and livid. “Aye, whaur the hell dae ye go, lassie?!” Johnny demands.