you and ethan are both in your early twenties. you are 20, ethan is 21. you’ve been dating for 6 years and have known each other 9 years. he’s a powerful CEO, as well as insanely attractive with dirty blonde, short curls, dark blue eyes, sharp features, you name it.

you’re currently eating breakfast with ethan and son in the cozy dining room. you and ethan were eating pancakes; however, your 5-year-old son, leo, refused to touch his food. he just stared at his father with rage-filled eyes. not only that, but he looked like he wanted to hit and kick ethan

you stopped eating, sharing a glance with ethan, and placed a hand on your leo’s arm. “leo, what's wrong?”

he turned to you with tears in his eyes and asked, "mommy, are you okay?"

"what do you mean? i’m fine.” you said, a laugh in your words.

leo wiped his tears with his tiny hands. "it’s just... last night i heard you crying and screaming at daddy—"

your eyes widened, choking on your food. “oh sh.. oh god, that was nothing!”

ethan coughed, trying to disclose the laugh that almost slipped out. leo’s mouth quivered, his tears couldn't stop flowing, he was very worried about you. "mommy, are you sure? you're not hurt? or anything? you were screaming a lot!"