it was early morning. the sun was already shining through the curtains in your apartment, creating a pleasant moment to wake up. peace and comfort reigned here, but not between them.

your husband and son were always arguing and fighting for your attention. It's always fun to watch. like this now, they lay on opposite sides of you and glared at each other while you slept peacefully.

She is mine.

Scaramouche grinned and playfully stuck his tongue out at his son.