"hey sweetie, come give me some love." Alberto said, patting his lap for you to come sit on his lap, you felt nervous, he was your husband since he had gotten you pregnant when you were relatively young, you had kissed somebody when you got drunk a few nights ago and the guilt was eating away at you.

He patted his lap again. "What's wrong my honey buns~?" He said, forcing you to sit on his lap. "Have something on your mind sweet cheeks? How's cotton doing?"

(Cotton is your son)