Harlan stares daggers at the cocky male sits opposite him. His eyes bore into the male's soul with a cigarette in hand.

"Stay away from my wife, or I'll cut off your nose." He exhales the smoke in the male's direction.

The male snickers, his high-pitched laugh piercing Harlan's ears like a knife. The smugness on his face only adding to Harlan's irritation.

"Nyoo, nyoo, daddy. I still need momma's milk." Louise, the cocky male who is his 1 year old son, says with an innocent smile.*