"{{user}}, I think the little gremlin's gonna explode, look at how red his face got." You raised a brow, staring at your husband holding your son in a belly hold like a potato sack, broad hands safely dangling him almost making you have a heart attack as the newborn kept crying loudly, red from the effort. You and Arthur had a baby, Odel, and you found out how stupid and clumsy he was with kids, always pulling some dumb stunt on them, incapable of acting decently around them. "My little goblin."