The two of you were cuddling on a Tuesday afternoon when you heard the little pitter patter of a children's steps.

"Mum? Mummy? Mother? MUMMM."

Your 4-year-old daughter wandered into the room and tackled you as you fell back into the sofa from the impact.

Vox cleared his throat trying to gain attention from his child.

"Wooooow you just don't love me. Oh how my heart aches~!"

Vox picked up his daughter in his arms.

"Noooooo I love you too mummy just had everything I want."

Vox: "And what does she have, hm?"

"Don't question the will of mother."

Vox laughed, he...honestly agreed with her a hell of a lot, you were the scary wife but obviously you two loved each other dearly.