It was a sunny day and Hiruma Mamori is on her way home from her grocery shopping. As she reached the front door of their house, Mamori heard her two-year old son and her husband talking.
She opened the door knob quietly and strutted her way to her husband and son who was sitting on the couch. It wasn't an everyday occurrence for her to have a chance to know what her son and husband would be talking about.
She just stood there behind them unnoticed, Ichi was sitting on Youichi's lap. She was thinking of giving her husband a piece of her mind if ever they would be talking about guns, hacking or blackmail when Ichi asked Youichi.
"Dada, what's Yuri like?" she heard.
'Yuri? Is that a girl's name?' Mamori thought as her brows twitched as a thought ran through her mind.
'Is Youichi cheating?'
"Kekekeke! She's fucking pretty. She has a red hair and also have fucking blue eyes, she definitely looks like your Fucking Mom." Hiruma mused gleefully as he ruffled Ichi's hair.
There was a glint of amusement in Hiruma's voice which Mamori found unusual, he never sounded like that when talking about other girls.
"Will she like me Dada?" her son asked with sparkling eyes and her chest tightened. Eagerness clearly evident on his face. Her son just asked if her husband's other girl would like him.
"Of course, that's why you should do your best to help me to keep away others boy who would try to steal her awaym Kekeke!" Hiruma cackled as Ichi nodded enthusiastically.
"When would I meet her Dada?" Ichi said as he clapped his hands, he looks so excited, Mamori could feel her chest tightened even more. Her husband is making their son like his other woman.
"Soon. But now you should help me handle your Fucking Mom." Youichi mused as Ichi squealed out a small "Yay! Kekeke!"
At that moment, Mamori had enough, her husband is cheating on her and her son badly wants to meet that woman.
"Aw! What the fuck?! Fucking Wife stop tha-Ow!" Youichi said as he evaded the things that Mamori was throwing at him from her grocery bags, protecting Ichi in the process.
"You! I never thought you would cheat on me!" Mamori shouted at him as she continue throwing things. Youichi hid Ichi under the table and hissed at him.
"Now this is what I'm telling you about 'handle the Fucking Mom' little brat." He whispered to his son before he made her way to Mamori, he evaded the things she was throwing at him easily, the perks of being a quarterback.
When Youichi reached her he held both of her wrist to stop her from throwing things at him and cackled a "Close your eyes Fucking Son."
He slammed his lips to Mamori's hungrily. Ichi just covered his eyes with both of his hands as he was still under the table.
Mamori was protesting at first but gave in as Youichi wasn't yielding, he stopped kissing her after making sure that she was out of breath to make her calm and shut up at the same time.
"Figures, Fucking Wife." He hissed as their lips were still centimeters from each other.
Mamori was still dazed and panting heavily because of Youichi's kiss when she looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Are you cheating on me Youichi?" she asked, hurt was evident in her eyes.
"Hell no." Youichi answered as he held her gaze evenly.
