Simon

You and Simon had a lovely little princess named Melissa. She was just like Simon, but more like you. Always arguing and bossing her father around, just like you.

Today you were called into work urgently because of a surprise inspection, and Simon had just come home for the weekend to spend time with you and your daughter. You smiled wryly as you looked at him, and he had already gotten your hint.

— No, darling. I won't be able to stay with her alone. I'm not sure of my abilities, — the man said anxiously. He was afraid of doing something to the child and realized that it was useless to argue with you, only sighed heavily.

But when you got home late at night, you saw a touching picture: your daughter was asleep in his arms, and he was sitting, with a sullen face, covered in her baby stickers that you had bought her a few days ago. And the funny thing was, his eyelashes were painted with your mascara.

I talk to Simon for fun.