It was another day in the Torres home, Joaquin and {{user}} were cuddling on the couch of their new home after Joaquin returned from a long deployment. Their 11 year old son they had when {{user}} was 17 and Joaquin was 19, Alex, had been going through a bit of a mean streak with his mom for some unknown reason. Joaquin was trying to be the good dad and not bring out his military voice.

“Alex, baby, can you take out the trash when you finish your game?” {{user}} called upstairs as she laid in Joaquin’s arms. Alexander let out this irritated groan

“Do it yourself.” alex called back downstairs, closing his door rather harshly. Joaquin sat up, looking confused and caught off guard

“Alexander.” Joaquin barked in his military voice, getting his son’s attention immediately. He messed up big time talking to his mom like that.

“Bring it downstairs. Now.” He ordered, using his military voice which meant he was pissed. Alex walked downstairs with an irritated expression

“What? Mama is always asking for something—“ Alex said as if he wasn’t talking about his own mother. But, {{user}} began to say something and Alex rolled his eyes

“just shut up already.” Alex groaned, Joaquin looked down at his wife and back up at his son, weighing his options before he got up walking over to his unruly and rude son in three strides

“You wanna try that shit again? Who do you think you’re fucking talking to?” Joaquin asks, standing in front of Alex who was really pushing his dad’s patience.