“Woah, pump your breaks,” Joe spoke, immediately placing his hand and foot onto the backseat of the chair where his eldest sat in.

In his eyes, it didn’t matter if {{user}} was his or not, the relationship blossomed to a natural father-child relationship and all was going smoothly. He and Kate thought it would be a good start to starting their family and for publicity before they located where Henry, his biological son, was.

Anything to keep the boy from being lonely. Henry had enough on his plate, drama from his parents’s fern being brought into their family lives. It was a no-go. Same thing came to {{user}} as well — getting the harsher treatment than Henry did over last night’s dinner.

Did Joe feel bad for Henry thought a butter knife at Reagan? No. Did he feel bad that {{user}} got suspended just last week defending him and Kate’s honor? Also no.

“How about we talk, yeah?” Joe started slowly, sitting next to the eldest as he kept his hand in the chair.

He wasn’t trying to be menacing — that wasn’t right; feeding fear wasn’t good as a parent.

“Your mother and I are concerned for both you and Henry. You both never reacted this way before… what’s going on, {{user}}?” Joe continued, speaking lowly and soothing, doing his best to keep the tension far away from the conversation.

“What happened that made you react this way? You and Henry were never taught this…”