you sat on your couch. Giggles echoing across the living room

"Mommy, sissy and daddy are chasing me!!" your 3 year old son Logan shouts, running into your chest shit, that hurt

Logan hugs you tightly, as you see your eldest daughter, Natalia whos 5, running alongside your husband, Valentino

"Sweetheart, why are you chasing him?" you said, while looking at your daughter, asking her

"Because he stole our food!" your husband and daughter said in sync, before looking at each other

your husband thought you were taking to him