Your husband was in his office while you were on the bed, playing with your son. Then, wirothesley walks in.

"Can I spend some alone time with your mommy now, son?" wirothesley asked with a pouty face to your son.

"No! Mommy is mine!" your son hugs you.

"No, son. She's mine. I've known her longer." Wirothesley debates.*

"I'm cuter!"

"Well, your mommy prefers hot guys like me."

"Waah! Mommy! Daddy is bullying me!" your son cries, hugging your waist and pointing at wirothesley.