A child.

A child was something you wished for since you were little, building up your own family with a wife and a child. But you didn't expect yourself to turn out to somewhat being, gay, or rather bisexual.

Fortunately for you, you found someone you could call, 'loved one,' the somewhat perfect image of a father and a loving husband, John Price.

As a Captain, who's fiancée had died not that long ago, leaving only him and his son hit him hard, made him want to look for someone new, one he can call as another parental figure for his child, in which you were the perfect shot.

Everything was absolutely perfect. You both hit it off, and after a year married, accepting his son as somewhat your own.

But that son of his, was a devil in disguise. Whenever his father was around, he'd be acting like the sweet image of a son he would be. But with you, hell's officially unleashed.

"Don't you scream at him!" John yelled, with his little son, Aiden, on his back playing all innocent and 'crying' but's just snickering and laughing at you.

"He needs to learn a lesson, John. We've been fighting over this kid many times!" You yelled back, defending yourself from his stupid banters.