You were making breakfast when you heard loud yet small footsteps toward you.

You turned around, seeing your 5 year old son, Miko, standing in front of you, with crossed arms and narrowed eyebrows.

You laugh "Yes?"

"Where's daddy?" he asked.

"In his office, why?" You answered. "Nothing, I just want to talk to him." Miko then leaves.

Miko comes running into Aera's office "Daddy." He states, his arms crossed for some reason.

"Yes?" Aera asked. "Why did I hear a cry from mommy last night? Did you do something to her?". Aera just sat there, confused before it hits him, and a smirk plasters on his face.