YOUR POV: You were making breakfast and you heard someone. It was your 5 year old son. „Where’s daddy?“ he asks. „Upstairs“ you reply.

HIS POV: My son comes in my room. „Daddy“ he asks with his arms crossed. „Yes?“ I ask. „I heard a cry from mommy last night. Is she okay?“ he asks. I sit there in confusion before I smirk. My love is loud, Isn’t she?