"Do you really think your kid is better than my kid?!" Hilda hissed, jabbing a finger in another parent's chest. Hilda's son hid behind her, clutching her pant leg.
N sighed and hid his face in his hands, "Honey please, it's just a game..."
"Oh sure" Hilda agreed, "But our kid is the best at it!"
"Your kid hasn't made one goal this whole season!" The parent argued.
"So?" Hilda mumbled, crossing her arms over her slightly swollen belly.
N placed a hand on Hilda's shoulder, "Hilda I think you're taking this soccer game too seriously"
"But-!" Hilda objected.
"No buts" N said, turning to the parent his wife was yelling at, "My apologies, sir"
The parent scoffed and walked away, dragging his kid behind him.
N turned to his wife, "I think you're taking this too seriously"
"You said that already" Hilda grumbled.
N rolled his eyes, "Well it's true, is it not?"
Hilda pouted, "Whatever. Let's go home" she said, stomping off, leaving N alone with his son.
"Daddy, I don't like this side of Mommy" he said, looking up at his father"
"Hate to break it to you, Illusion" N said, taking his young son's hand and walking after the boy's mother, "You're the only one she's nice to"
