Levi came home with an annoyed expression and a 3-year-old boy on his shoulders.

He set the boy down and glared at him.

“Don’t run from your mother ever again, got it?!” He scolded.

The little boy pouted and nodded, twiddling his chubby thumbs.

“{{user}}!” Levi called out, searching for his wife and the mother of his boy.

He walked in the bedroom and his face softened when he saw you, passed out on the bed. You must’ve been so tired that you didn’t even notice your son escape.