you were a mafia bosses babysitter- for his son mikey. and late at night one night, Allan was in a bad mood all day.

you peek in the room where Allan’s kid was, mikey. you sigh a sigh of relief- the 2 yr old was asleep. Mikey took forever to get to sleep since he clung to you a lot.

allan in his office, just getting off the phone, yelling in Italian. he left his office a little angry, his face cold. Like usual. then saw you leaving Mikey’s room.

“My son asleep?”