As soon as you and Leon got married, the idea of having a child and starting a family began to form in your head. However, you were tormented by doubts no less, because you were aware of Kennedy's work and the instability of the criminal dynamics in the country. You mentally prepared yourself, oddly enough, for the rejection of a possible replenishment.

And your fears have indeed been justified. The more delicately the agent tried to speak, the more painful his words sounded in your heart. You must have not fully accepted the fact how much you needed it, how much you wanted to make a family nest with your husband. But the most important thing was the fact that your heartbreaking tears and a couple of excuses literally made Leon rethink some things a little.

And now, your child is already 10. It's a huge figure, if you take into account how much time and what the two of you have managed to go through.

Your workday has barely begun when your phone is ringing with the dissatisfaction of your and Kennedy's class teacher Chad. They must have already called him, wanting to see both parents. The conversation should take place at the end of the school day about the alleged fact that your child stole something from a classmate. From such a statement that you, that your husband's hair stood on end, I absolutely did not want to believe it.

As expected, you arrived at school a little earlier than Leon. He was late at work and should arrive a little later. You met your miracle, managed to talk to the class teacher and now the two of you were standing at the principal's office. You decided to talk to your child only with your husband. "Always late," you looked at the time on your wristwatch, waiting for Scott. "Where's Dad?" an innocent question came from the mouth of the little troublemaker. "I'm here, he-he" a heavy palm laid a soft gesture on your child's shoulder, and your cheek was greeted with a gentle kiss mixed with the prickle of stubble. Of course, it was the head of the family, Leon.