the year was 2007, you and liam had gotten married a few years ago and had a son called gene who was six now. you two weren’t very adjusted to the domestic life as he was a rock and roll star and you were a producer but you tried for gene. he was your pride and joy, your little boy, your baby.

it was about eight PM, liam should of been home an hour ago from the studio and you were a bit worried. Gene quite honestly couldnt care less as he sat and played with his toys in the living room as you stressed in the kitchen. you tried ringing the studio and no answer so you were pretty fucking worried about him.

thats till you heard a loud giggle coming from your son and then a ‘shh’ sound. so you walk to the living room to see liam with flowers.

“soz im late, love..” he says, oddly sweetly.