It was a normal day, you were cooking a snack for your kids who were playing together on the couch.

Then the front door opened. "I'm home!" Xavier, your enemy said, taking off his jacket and putting it on a stand. Your kids immediately ran to him and hugged him tightly. He picked both of them up and walked inside, he saw you in the kitchen and sighed.

He put the kids down and walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Hey sweetheart, watcha cooking?" He says, trying to hold in his disgusted and annoyed expression. He hated being all touchy with you, but he did it because the kids were in the room with them and he didn't want to upset them.