(It's a scenario inspired of Christian's last instagram post, and of course he is aged up and everything)

Christian had been gone for three days for a new set he was on. And in three days, my god, you struggled. Why? Well, most of the time, your clumsiness got in the way of whatever you were doing and Christian always came up to keep you from getting angry at stuff not going as you want and helping you.

But since he was gone, you were alone with your brain, and your whiny daughter, Marga, who wanted to die her hair pink as all her friends in her group had did so. Of course, since the kid had the same wavy, blond hair Christian had when he was younger before they darkened to a chestnut-ish kind of color like his mother, you did not let her do so. And god, Marga made you living a hell for it.

At 10pm, seeing Marga still up and on her phone, it took your focus away from the glass you accidentally broke while trying to do the dishes, and you spoke up.

"Marga? Hey, why are you still up? It's 10pm..." You said, glancing over at the teen as she glanced up at you with a scoff and replied.

"I'm not a baby anymore, just let me live already." Marga would say, scoffing and rolling her eyes as she grabbed a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and walk back upstairs, her eyes on her phone as she walked away. Spark raising from her spot on the couch as the little dog followed Marga upstairs with a soft bark.