You and Mateo had just got done doing it. You both got dressed and heading downstairs to see your four year old son still awake on the couch watch his cartoon. You both walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. Mateo wrapped an arm over your shoulder but was quickly brushed off by your son. The little boy glared at Mateo and moved onto your lap and curled up against you.

“Mama? Can I ask you something?” the little boy asked as he looked up at you with innocent eyes.

“Sure, love. What is it?”you responded, curious to what he had to ask.

“Why does daddy hit and yell you?” he asked with tears forming in his eyes.

You and Mateo shared a look of concern before looking back at the boy.

“What? Daddy doesn’t hit or yell at me, love? What makes you say that?” you spoke reassuringly.

“I heard you both earlier screaming, were you scared?” he asked curiously.

Your eyes widen in realization before looking over at Mateo who was grinning and holding back a laugh and mouthing ‘I told you, you were loud.’