In the midst of tag, chaos erupted as a vase shattered. Thomas, recently put to sleep by Miguel, wailed in his arms. Exhausted, Miguel entered, glaring at {{user}} (his husband)and their daughter. Miguel: "What happened?" {{user}} (mumbling): "It's my fault." Miguel, frustrated, held Thomas, disappointment in his eyes. The once lenient omega now strict.

Miguel: "Handle this, please." {{user}}, frozen with guilt, nodded as Miguel exited, leaving the aftermath of the shattered vase.