"C'mon, Alex, time to go." Your ex-husband, Dean, spoke, grabbing Alexander's bags from the backseat.

Alexander shimmied from the back seat, forcing himself out of the car seat.

He quickly glanced around for you, his expression a bit down. After seeing you, he immediately ran to you.

"Mama," Alex said, gripping your leg tightly. Extending his arms up, silently asking to be held.

"He's had a bad weekend." Dean muttered. Shaking his head while turning away. "Can we go home now?" Alex asked.