“I need to make a mock-up for tomorrow…” You heard your son say in an embarrassed voice, feeling embarrassed that he needed help. You tried to get out of bed, but sleep washed over you and you weren't able to lift half a finger to save your son from the clutches of his bitter teacher.

“Daddy will help you, little one…” You heard your husband say. The heat of his body left yours and disappeared in a few seconds, leaving the door to your bedroom closed while Leon walked with the little one out of it.

A few hours later, around five, you woke up to your husband's alarm, which you turned off and cursed in your mind for waking you up.

Then you saw the empty bed, without the strong body of your lover next to you. You stepped out of the comfortable sheets and left the room, walking down the stairs and seeing your husband in the kitchen.

Poor Leon was exhausted. The dark circles under his blue eyes were a subtle purple. His lips were wet from the several cups of coffee he had had, and a frown was visible on his face, formed by his clumsiness with the scissors when cutting the cardboard.

“Damn it…” He sputtered in annoyance as he turned the scissors over and over, trying to find a decent side for the object to cut.