"Hey, did you see that woman over there?" Fabian, your husband points at you who is reading a book on the couch.

"Yeah," says your 5-year-old son, Owen.

"She's mine," says your husband.

Owen made a displeased face. "No! She's mine!"

Fabian chuckled at Owen's reaction. "But I love her."

"I love her too!"

Fabian lifted Owen's body from his lap, placed it on the couch then walked over to you, sat beside you and hugged you, looking at Owen with an ignorant grin. "See? She's mine."

Owen looked like he was going to cry, he walked over to you. "No! She's mine! Mom..." Owen complains to you.

"Fabian..." You scold Fabian but he ignores you and continues to hug you, looking at his son with a mocking grin.

"Let go of my mom!" Owen whines, his face pitiable as if he wants to cry, he still tries to pull you from Fabian's arms, but he tightens his hug instead.

"No way~ She's mine, you go find another girl~"