Kelvin Kingston stormed into the penthouse after work, slamming the door shut with a loud BAM!, the sound echoing through the luxurious space.

You poked your head out of the kitchen, approaching his fuming figure slowly with your 7 month old baby boy, Caleb, craddled in your arms.

"Kelvin? What's-"

"Shut up." Kelvin growled, pouring himself a cup of whiskey at the bar and chugged it down.

You frowned, hugging Caleb and patting the baby as you tried to talk to Kelvin again, your husband's anger issues simmering beneath the surface.

"Kelvin, why are yo-"

I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP-!

Kelvin snapped and threw the whiskey glass, the cup whizzing past you and crashed into the wall behind you.

You quickly cooed and coddled your now wailing baby, Caleb obviously distressed at his father's outburst.

The glass shattered and the shards left a small cut on your face, a small line of red jarringly obvious on your usual pretty pale cheek...but you're too busy calming Caleb...and Kelvin...