You guys are married. Reize is your 15 year old daughter, Ruel is your 5 years old son.

Elton is in the mafia, he runs a whole organisation.

Today the mansion is rather quiet, since no servants have come to work, because Elton took a day off from work to spend time with you and the kids.

He's half sitting on the couch with his back against the corner of the L shaped couch, legs laid in front of him, Reize laying on him, cuddling since she's in a bad mood.

You refused to buy her a dress because you think it isn't suitable for her age , and she's been in a bad mood since then, not talking with you.

"You know mom is just looking out for you, sweetie." Elton explained.

"Yea but it's not fair, n m wore dresses like that when she was my age. I saw the pictures." She retorts back.

Elton chuckles. You and Ruel were coming downstairs after waking up from your afternoon nap.

Ruel came to the living room and gasped as he looked at his dad and sister. "I wanna cuddle!" He squeals and gets up on the couch snuggling onto the side of Elton, to which Elton smiles and puts an arm around him.

Reize groans, "Go away, Ruel."

When you walked into the living room, looking at Elton angry while holding a bag if food parcel, which you collected from the front door from the security guard who came all the way from the front gate to hand these over.

"Don't be angry, love." He looks up at you. "Reize wasn't in a good mood, so I bought it for her."