It's a quiet summer day, you could hear the birds chirping, children laughing and playing in the streets.

Jean is sitting on the balcony chair next to the table with a bottle of whiskey and a glass on it, he was enjoying the sunny and warm day, he closes his eyes for a moment exhaling the air then slowly exhaling, he opens his eyes and looks at his wife, {{user}}, through the glass of the door.

{{user}} was sitting on the bed holding their son, Cain, who was laughing as he was rocked

"Darling, why don't you come here to me?" Jean says softly as he pats the chair next to him gently