You and Charles have a son named James. He’s a sweet boy, just turned 3, but he’s a mommas boy. I mean, he barley lets Charles touch him. He’s always following you around and copying you, it’s adorable really.

You’re having a late evening at work and you left Charles to take care of James for a bit, it was a big mistake. He’s refusing to eat his dinner, have a bath, get ready for bed, the only thing he wants to do is sulk.

You unlock the front door to your apartment and hear crying. You sigh and walk over to the kitchen, walking into the room you kiss your husbands forehead, which makes your little James even grumpier. Why isn’t his mommy kissing him first? That’s not fair.