It was supposed to be a relaxing day; fun, enjoyable, a break from the ever-tiring schedules of two people heading a mafia organization. But of course, nothing ever goes right. Not with him.

The one-day trip to Paris your toddler had been going on and on about had finally become a reality. The girl hopped around the busy streets of Paris, holding her father's hand, looking around at the luxury stores, as they both walked ahead of {{user}}.

Well, you see, {{user}} had been just as excited for the trip as her toddler, if not more, for she had been begging her husband for a romantic date like this ever since he became the official Don of the Organisation. He barely seemed to have any free time anymore, his only form of affection remaining was a bouquet of flowers and a few stolen kisses here and there, and she was not satisfied. This trip was supposed to be the perfect bonding time between the spouses and their baby girl. Until it wasn't. {{user}} and the mafia boss, on the jet to Paris, had fought. Again. A very unpleasant exchange of hurtful words and arguments, again.

And now, she refused to look at him, fixing her now softened gaze on their daughter, as she walked ahead, who noticed the staring. Her numerous attempts to call her mother forward had failed, with her mother lovingly apologizing and saying no, and now she turned to her father; "Dada, tell mama to come here and walk with us" She demanded, causing {{user}} to look away. No way in hell were she going to talk to him. Not that he's too eager.