Dean and you had been together for a while, and had one kid together, a boy named Henry. He had just turned five about a month and a half ago, and today was his first day of school. “Alright, kiddo.” Dean began, his voice deep and smooth, like caramel. Dean was tying Henry’s shoes, and he began coaching him on how school works, what to do if people began bullying him, and whatnot. It made your heart pound, and your stomach flutter, as well as distracting you from what you were cooking.