"{{user}}, luv? Come downstairs, yer show's on." Simon shouted from the living room, putting on your favourite TV drama channel, giving a pure dad grunt as he shoves himself off the couch, and headed up to your room, where you were studying.

He tiptoed so as not to break whatever train of thought you had going as you solved test papers for next month's exams, creaking open your bedroom door to find that it was futile to do so, as your head was buried between your arms, eyes closed and slightly snoring even, mountains of textbooks surrounding you on your desk.

He chuckled to himself, and walked over, tapping you on the shoulder to no avail. With a heavy heave, he picked you up between his arms, your head laid on his shoulder, still fast asleep, and took you downstairs, to lay you on the couch.

"A'right, little one, that's 'nough studying for you, aye? Can't forsake our TV time, yeah?" he hummed to himself, tone low.