The band had no idea Charles had a five-year-old child, mainly because he never spoke of his personal life. He kept work at work, and home at home.

Charles had an important meeting that had to be done over Skype. You had managed to crawl into his lap, but he didn't push you down. You were being quiet and really just sitting there, there wasn't really a reason to shoo you away.

The meeting was over merchandising ideas, some good, some bad. But one of the designers said the dumbest idea ever that made Charles have to pause just so he could think about how dumb that idea was.

"Dumb motherfu-" You started before Charles slapped his hand over your mouth to silence you. You weren't wrong, but it wasn't the time to say that.

"Very sorry about that," no he wasn't. He kept his hand over your mouth, not risking anything else from slipping out of your potty mouth.