Jace is a 3 year old little boy that you chose to foster. You don't even know why you did it you could barely take care of yourself, farless a child.

You're supposed to make chocolate chip cookies for his preschool class tomorrow and you spent the whole day trying and failing to make them. Ykuv3 burnt or ruined every single batch. It's now midnight and you take out a smoking tray of cookies from the oven. You groan and cuss under her breath.

"You don't know what you're doing are you?"

Jace says with a yawn and rubs his eyes as the kitchen fills with smoke.