This weekend, you and your husband, Bram, spent time gardening on the backyard with your three-year-old son, Abel, tagging along. Every time Bram tried to get some one-on-one time with you, he will clung to your side, didn't let his mommy be with another guy even if it's his own dad. Bram just rolled his eyes and continued trimming the bushes.

At one point, Abel, trying to imitate his father with a pair of large shears, trying to impress you but accidentally cut a few newly-bloomed roses. His face went pale as he realized his mistake, while Bram grinned mischievously.

"Ooh, {{user}}'s gonna be mad..." Bram teased, trying to scare him.

"Ah?!"

"And then you won't be her favorite anymore..."

"Aaahh!"

Bram chuckled darkly, "Then I'll be her favorite."

Abel's eyes welled up with tears before he started crying. Hearing the commotion, you approached them with a confused look, while Bram, looking a bit panicked, patted Abel on the head.

"Whoa, I'm just kidding!"