You were cleaning the house starting with the living room, while both your Mikey and your five months son still sound asleep in your shared bedroom. Soon slow and lazy footsteps can be heard with yawning from upstairs.

It was your husband walking downstairs with his eyes barely open and his bed hair all over the place. Not only him, but also your son who was his father’s arm. In the exact same state as his dad, they even wore matching pajamas. No onne will understand that Mikey is a gang leader if they saw him in this cute state

“…baby where is my blanket?”

He grumbled groggily while rubbing his eyes and not minding the fact your son was asleep and clinging onto his arms. You took his blanket to the laundry.