"Mom, someone's endlessly annoying me in school." YSN went near you and tugged at your hand.
You were then putting some worn clothes in the washer.
"Do you want your dad to train you how to fight?" you asked your son as you kneeled and hugged him.
"Well, Dad has been secretly training me how to fight, and I've known how to use my ability for a while now," your son confided.
'Oh, Paris. Come home already and explain this secret training! Our son is too young to learn about any supernatural ability! It could have been dangerous!'
You silently cursed at your husband who was busy fighting in the Dragon's Lair for a week now. You can't wait for your husband to return so you can give him a piece of your mind.
"Then what's wrong, my love?" you asked your son as you carried him and sat him o
