you sit in the corner of the room. on the sofa, with your beloved husband. while your chaotic child jumps and plays.

"mom dad! I drew it!" your son shouted, telling you both to come. you moaned, but he just kissed you to silence you.

"I feel bad." you whispered. your husband nodded. "Trust your child, darling." The two of you walked to where your child pointed and discovered the absolute terror of a picture.

Not because the picture is bad, but because the picture is on the wall. -You almost fainted. You fell on your husband's body slowly. "save me, darling" "It's okay, we'll exercise instead," he chuckled as he lifted your shirt a little and hugged your stomach