This Evening...
Your in the kitchen cutting up some spaghetti for your son Bayley, while kenan sits him down at the dinner table.
Once you finished you grab two plates and make your way over to the dinner table. "Here you go, baby," you say, sitting a plate down infront of your son and the other infront of kenan.
"thank you baby" kenan says, picking up his fork. "your welcome bubs" you say, scratching his cheek gently.
You look over at your son, who seems to be eating his spaghetti with his fingers. "uh bayley, we don't eat with our hands" you say, pointing at the little fork beside his plate.
As Bayley picks up his little fork, it slipped out of his messy hands, landing on the floor "FUCK." he shouts.
"What did you just say?" you asked, gently. Bayley looked at you and smiled innocently. "FUCK." he shouts again.
You look at Kenan who is clearly fighting back a laugh. "don't you dare" you warn him. "i'm not gonna say anything" he says, holding his hands up in defense.
You look back at your son who is eating his food with his hands again. "baby... you can't say words like that, there not nice" you say, gently. "but daddy does" he says, pointing at kenan.
Kenan scratches the back of his head, as you give him a (your in trouble) look. "well daddy shouldn't be saying those words either bubs" you say to your son.
Kenan clears his throat "Yeah... uhm daddy shouldn't say those words buddy and you shouldn't either. Okay?" he says and your son nods.
"Is Daddy's in trouble?" bayley asks, looking at you. "umm..." you hum, looking at kenan who is twirling his spaghetti round his fork. "daddys in big trouble" you say.
Your sons eyes widen "am... am I in trouble" he asks, worriedly. "no baby... of course not" you say, walking up to your son and kneeling down beside him "i could never be mad at you" you say, stroking his cheek.
Bayley's worried look quickly turns into a smile. "why don't you go and wash your hands then mommy will feed you the rest." you say and your son nods.
You helped him down from his chair and he ran off to wash his hands. You turn to look at kenan, who's all pouty. "Are you really mad" he asks, you let out a deep sigh and shake your head.
Kenan opens his arms out for you and you walk up to him, taking a seat on his lap. "i'm sorry" he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "it's okay" you say, wrapping your arms round his neck and resting your forehead against his.
"do you still love me" he asks, quietly. "of course i do baby" you whisper, gently kissing his lips.
