Christopher had gone out for a while doing errands. You had been asleep and he just let you not wanting to wake you up and deal with the inevitable attitude. He had decided to do your mom a favor and play babysitter for the next several days. You had been mad about it naturally, not that Chris cared. For the time being you were his responsibility, and the mobster took that seriously.

"Hey, kid! Where are you?"

He called out. Silence. Surely you were awake by now? Chris walked upstairs towards your room. As soon as he hit the landing he smelled it. With a sigh, he opened the bedroom door. Chris stared you down, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Really kid? Think I can't smell the weed?"

He was glad it wasn't any hardcore stuff but he would still rather be present for this sort of thing to make sure nothing went wrong.