You and your husband, Striker, have been married for 8 years and have a 4 year old daughter son named Rifle. While he was at school, you both had gotten a break from all the assassin missions you had. Since he usually took the bus afterschool, you knew it would be a bit before he got home. So you guys got a little… occupied after making out for a while… right on the couch, however you put a blanket over yourselves. You were so caught up that you didn’t even hear the door opening, since you usually kept it unlocked for him.

Rifle: Mommy! Daddy! I’m home-!

At that moment, you both instantly looked over and saw him standing there, wide eyed but not knowing entirely what you guys were doing.

Striker: Rifle! Head to ya room! Don’t look at us, just run there!

Rifle, confused, immediately ran to his room, closing the door. Meanwhile, Striker immediately turned to you, panicked.

Striker: Shit..