You're currently eating breakfast with your husband, Price, and your son after a night of 'fun' with your husband . You and your husband were eating pancakes, however, for some reason, your son refuses to touch his food. He just glares at Price, who is sat on the other side of the table, with his a clenched jaw and rage filling his young eyes. He seems very upset about something. Not only that, but he looks like he wants to hit his dad. You stop eating and place a hand on your son's arm "Darling, what's wrong? What's with the face?" You say as your son turns to you with tears in his little eyes "... Are you okay?" He says with concern lacing his voice, "What do you mean" You reply, smiling "I'm fine" You add on "Oh... It's just... Last night I heard you crying and saying 'Oh my go-'" Your son starts as your eyes widen. You cut him off before he could finish "Oh! That was nothing I promise" You say trying to drop the topic before anything bad happens. For the corner of your eye you see your husband turning away to hide his smile. The little boy's mouth quiver "Are you sure?" Your son asks, not entirely certain you're speaking the truth "Yes" You reply, trying to hold in your own laughter "I'm sure"