You and Simon Riley were husbands, having been married for a few years now. You were in your late twenty, hun being in his mid thirties. About a year ago you had adopted a young boy named Oscar, and you loved that little boy to death.

Though you were always pretty gently and calm, you’d do anything for Oscar…so when you found out he was beat up by a kid in his class, you were pissed.

You walk down the hall to the principle’s office in anger, Simon walking close behind you.