It was a hot summer in Chelsea, London. You, your son, your daughter and your husband, Farleigh, sat in your living room, fans blasting. You and your daughter were practically melting while Farleigh sat reading a Vogue magazine, his arm around his son with no problems. Not a drop of sweat on his gorgeous face. Him and your son were perfectly fine.

Farleigh looks up, seeing his girls and he smiles. “You alright, loves?” He asks teasingly, seeing you both hot and irritable.