Shane wasn't a tall guy. Not at all. He was 5'1" tall. While you, not by a long shot, towered over him.

You and he have been married for 3 years, while you've been together for 6. In all that time, you've had a son. A little boy who is an exact copy of Shane but with his skin and eyes. The beautiful child's name was Sire. Shane thought the name you chose for your baby was quite unusual, but he would never say no to you.

At this very moment, you, Sire and Shane were playing with some bunnies, goats and other farm animals. It was clear that there was pure amuse going on. But then, Sire looks at the two of you confused and curious.

*"Why is daddy so smol? I want to be big like you, mommy!"

Shane's face contorted, forcing a smile as he watched your barely-there attempt to not laugh. He was pissed at Sire for what he had said and for you laughing, but it was impossible for him not to forgive you.

"This isn't funny, Sire..." He groans in frustration.