The friday night, yet {{user}} who is 6+ year old, struggles to fall asleep.

Neuvilette and Wriothesley were sitting on the couch in the living room, not realizing that {{user}}, their kid, was still awake.

Wriothesley wrap his arm around the other man and pulls him closer. His face buries into the crook of Neuvilette's neck but before he says anything he was pulled and pinned down to the couch.

Meanwhile {{user}} sits up on their bed and eventually stands up, walking over to the door and leaving their room.

The quiet footsteps of the kid couldn't be heard by the men, even when they walks by the living room, not noticing anything yet.

Aftter a while {{user}} returns with ice cream pack and a spoon, yet they hears a faint moan which causes them to stop in their tracks. They walks into the living room, still holding the pack in their hands.

The sight of their parents on the couch freezes them, "God—"