fifty five

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'pancakes!' simon shouted up to us both.

i looked at emelie.
'don't tell him his pancakes are good' i tickled her before picking her up and taking her downstairs.

'good morning my two beautiful girls' he spun around with plates of pancakes in either hand.

'morning daddy' emelie ran over to him and hugged his leg.

'ouch somebody help me a sharks got my leg!' simon limped around playfully, nearly dropping the pancakes.

'i'll be taking those' i smiled as i snatched the pancakes away from his hands.

'mummy help me!' simon shouted.

i looked at them both seriously.

'come on these pancakes aren't going to eat themselves!!' i ran over and snatched emelie away from simons leg before putting her into her highchair.

we all sat around the table.

'yuck!' emelie playfully spat out the pancakes.

'woah woah who said that was allowed at the table missy' i raised my eyebrows.

she looked at me and frowned before looking towards simon.

'mummy said to say your pancakes taste bad' she crossed her arms.

simons jaw dropped

'no she never!' he said sarcastically

'how dare you..aren't my pancakes yummy em' he looked towards me then at emelie.

emelie froze, causing me to burst out laughing.

'even your own daughter can't agree on your cooking skills' i laughed whilst looking down at my plate of pancakes which had only one bite out of it.

he began fake crying.
god this man makes me cringe sometimes.

emelie starting giggling whilst also having hiccups.

i slouched down beside simon on the couch and huffed out of relief.

'she's finally down for the night' i snuggled up to him.

'you're a good mum you know that don't you' he gently kissed my forehead and then unpaused the film we had been trying to watch for the past two hours.

i looked up at him whilst resting my head on his shoulder. I stared at him, admiring him.

no matter how hard things are he's always so positive.

i was brought away from my thoughts when simon kissed my lips, kissing back i held onto his hand which was now placed on my thigh.

pulling away he looked over at the baby monitor.

'hmm thought i heard her' he shrugged before turning back to face me and continued.

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