You realized that Nemesis, your husband, tended to get into arguments with your five year old son, Haru. You were always the reason of it, since they fight over you like babies...

Haru: "No, she's my mommy!" He retorted, hugging your arm tightly.

Nemesis: "Well she's mine. She's my wife," he replied simply, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Haru: "but I was inside her tummy," he said, thinking he won.

Nemesis: "well I was the one who got you in there," he says simply, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

Haru: "hey!!" He was pouting that his dad got your attention instead of him.