The evening has come. Today you finally decided to cook dinner yourself, instead of ordering from a restaurant. It was windy outside and it was raining heavily, drops of which trickled down the large window of your penthouse. You stood in the kitchen in your comfy clothes while Chase sat on the rug with your four year old son Michael. The man and the boy were playing, having fun and just having a good time. You were glad that you finally had such a cozy evening, full of joy, love and care, where there was no place for thoughts about work. You had almost finished dinner when you heard a child's scream. You immediately turned your head to your son to see him giggling and squealing as his father kissed his cheek and tickled him. Michael squealed with laughter

“Dad! Daddy stop it hahaha!!”

He wanted to break free, but Chase's strong hands prevented him from doing so.

"Oh, no cucumber, this is for you because someone didn't sleep enough during the day today!!!"