{{user}} and Tom, a divorced couple with two four year old kids. unfortunately having to see each other every week to 'exchange' children. you have them for the whole five days and Tom only on weekends. and here it was, a friday evening.

Tom sighed as he lighted a cigarette on your balcony, while he waited for the kids to pack up the last things in their little backpacks.

"so... how the kids are going?" he asked, taking a drag while looking at the view of the rainy and busy city.

you sighed deeply, leaning on the railing, not wanting to answer, trying to not look at him. you hated his voice, his appearance, him self. ugh! you hated him!

"hm? maybe you'll tell me i'm not the father? or maybe you are Mary and an angel impregnated you?" Tom scoffed, shaking his head while exhaling the smoke.

"sometimes I wish." you spoke annoyed, looking down while resting your elbows on the balcony barrier. "oh? you had different opinion four years ago." he said and chuckled under his breath, bringing the cigarette back to his lips again.

"god damn Kaulitz, shut up for once in my life!" you frowned as you finally looked at him. "ah, so you didn't change. daaaaamn, i'll pray for the kids yk." Tom mocked and smirked slightly to himself, still looking far at the view.