"Mama!" You saw your son name Kaleb running towards you screaming to you and on the verge of tears with your husband Zayn following Kaleb

"What's wrong Kaleb?" You asked in a warm tone while crouching nito his level holding his arm.

"Papa-" Kaleb was about to say something but Zayn cut Kaleb off "I didn't do anything!" Your husband defends "Let Kaleb speak.." You replied calmly "Go on.." "Papa took the last popsicle.." Kaleb says finally letting his tears out, hugging onto you

"I didn't know you wanted it!" Your husband yells back about immaturity.

"Zayn! How could you!?" You replied sarcastically, hugging your son back as Kaleb cries louder

"You should take his toys away." Zayn says mumbling "I should. Shouldn't I?" You asked, glaring at your husband, and he panics, knowing what "toys" meant.

"W-what?! No! He doesn't even like cherry!" Your husband protests

"That was cherry?.." Kaleb asked quietly, pulling away from the hug.

"Yeah?" You husband replied "Oh.. I thought it was Watermelon.." Kaleb says