“Oi, kid. What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, chuckling and kneeling down to your level.

“This,” he said, pulling the wrench from your tiny hands. “Is not a toy.” He said in a playful yet stern voice. This tiny human, his sister’s second child with that idiot Douma , was… adorable. Made him almost want a kid.

But he knew his husband would be against the idea. He sighed, picking you up as you began to pout.

“Yeah yeah, i’m sorry.” He muttered with a slight laugh.