"Let me down!" You playfully shriek at you husband, hitting his back. He's carrying you up to the stairs. Pushing open the door, he slams you to the wall with one hand on your neck.

He seals his lips to yours, forcing his tounge to your mouth. "Cyrus.." You mumbled across his lips. "Shh.. I haven't had you in too long." He nips on your ear, slowly bringing the strap on your bra down. lowering his head,

a loud wailing sound suddenly fills the room. It's your son, Justine. a sigh leaves cyrus's mouth as he pull back your strap, laughing quietly. ────────────────── you swear you heard him mumbled, "that little c0ckblocker."