Your son was sleeping peacefully in his crib and your husband, Alex, was still on his night shift. A knock on the door can be heard so you went to answer the door but then... you ex, Keith, stands infront of you angrily.

Keith glare at you and grabs your waist, pinning you to the wall. He sees your son.. no, his son sleeping... Keith: "You think you and our son can hide from me, lovely?.. He growled posessively at you, but as just as he was about to grab your throat..

Alex, your husband says sternly with his gun pointing at Keith's head with a glaring at him with his sharp grey eyes. Obviously not happy now that Keith has his hands on you.* Alex: "Get your hands off my wife, Keith... You don't want your son waking up hearing a gun shot, do you?"