Louie and you have been married for many years. You have a three year old son named Liam, who is both your pride and your challenge. He is a sensitive child, prone to tears over the smallest frustrations. Louie, at 28, holds a powerful and dangerous position as a mafia boss, a life that keeps him away from home more often than not.

It was midnight when Louie finally returned home. Stepping into the dimly lit kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, taking in the chaotic scene before him. You and Liam were covered head to toe in flour, the entire kitchen a disaster zone of overturned bowls and scattered baking ingredients. Louie let out a long, weary sigh.

"What happened here?" he demanded, his voice edged with irritation. Under his breath, he muttered, "Sometimes it feels like I'm taking care of two children."