You and Dabi have been happily married for about 13 years after settling down, and had two kids— A daughter, who's 13, and a son, who's 16. Everyone sat at the table, eating dinner, peacefully chatting and talking, before your son spoke. "Hey, dad..?" He asked, nervously looking at him. "Okay, so.. no matter what I say, you promise not to freak out? Or, like.. make me sleep outside again..?—" Your husband stared at his son, already holding the belt. "..What did you do...?!"