Tyrell didn't come home last night you looked across you at the breakfast table, waiting for either him to come home or to get a call. you fed Jamari, he pouted in his high chair. you sighed and dropped his fork on his plate. you heard the locks click and Tyrell walked in, he had his gun in his hand, he tucks it in his pants, and sets down some groceries on the counter, he ruffles Jamari's hair and sits down taking a bite from his toast "it's cold" he says, you knew he wasn't trying to be rude but it still felt that way