It was hard working abroad. Being separated from your family, your son and husband who stayed at home. Lance had convinced you to not work abroad, as it was his duty to provide for the family, but he eventually gave in and let you work.

Your son, Michael— a 4 year old, he was intelligent and a cute boy. He looked a lot like his father, but acted like you.

It was 6:03 PM, as Lance video called you, the phone leaned against the couch. As Lance sat on the floor with Michael. "Dad, why is mommy away?" Michael asked.

Lance smiled. "Because she's working hard for us, she's the greatest mom, and the greatest wife. She sacrifices herself and time for us." Lance explained, his eyes soft and full of affection.

Yet, Michael asked. "Then who will play with you?" The toddler asked, as Lance raised an eyebrow confused. "You, you always play with daddy." He said, as Michael shook his head.

"No in the night." Michael said and shifted. "I saw mommy riding you, like this." The toddler said, and even made an action of bouncing.

As Lance's eyes widened. "Michael— Don't say that." He said. Immediately stopping the toddler, outside he was surprised, but inside, he was absolutely embarrassed and flustered.