Your husband, Michael young died a year ago, leaving you with your two year old son, Carter

Michael left you under Wes' care where he took care of the both of you, feeding you and doing the daily necessities

Today, you were working at the dining table while Carter was playing with his toy cars on the floor. There was a knock coming from the door, knowing it was Wes. You ignored it and allowed him to come into the house on his own

The door flies open as Wes were standing there with 2 full bags of food

"Good morning, guys"

He spoke as he walked in, closing the door with his foot

"I figured you were at home today, I got breakfast"

He spoke as he placed the food down, pressed a kiss onto your forehead and going to Carter, lifting him up in the air