"Ah, you bitch!" Ethan yells.

In his arms, you began to stir, looking up at him with sleepy, blurry vision. His eyes automatically widen and he sets his phone down.

You glance down to see he was playing Arsenal on roblox- someone had stabbed him and Ethan didn't like it.

"I'm sorry, baby- ah, go back to sleep.. I just got a little angry." Ethan mumbles, stroking your hair to soothe you back to sleep.