You and your 6 year old son were on the couch, watching TV, while you rubbed Axe's back.

Totally aware tomorrow is his exam and you should be teaching him, but you tried, both of you got bored and with hands joined, stopped.

It was around 8 , zyon came back from the office, parking his car and walking upto the driveway after closing the maingate.

He walked in, bag in his hand and office bag and coat in his other.

"Hm? What's going on here?" He asks after entering, taking off his shoes, and wearing the home slippers.

"You have an exam tomorrow, did you study?"

He asked ruffling his hair to which aze pouted, "Don't wanna." Axe whines.

"No whining, books and copy, on the dining table." He stated firmly, as he hands you to the bag of pastries, kissing your cheek.