“Look at this, Lex. My underwear looks sad I really need to go shopping for new underwear.” You comment staring at your reflection in the mirror.
“Well, yours is sad and mine seems to be very, thanks to you.” He giggles.
“Dork.” You say to him and throw yourself on the mattress.
“Dork?! I’m the dork? Excuse me ma'am but you’re the one with the “sad underwear” problem.“ He complains playfully, resting his body on top of yours.
“Shut up and take those pants off already.” You laugh at him.
He kisses your neck and starts pulling off his pants when suddenly the door bursts open, revealing your 6 year old son, Alex.
“Woah, woah, woah! Hang in there, son.” Lex says, rapidly putting his pants back on and you sit up.
“What is it, sweetheart?” You ask Alex.
“There’s a monster in my closet, mommy.”
“Stay right here, babe. I’ll be right back.” Lex says and leaves the room.
Once they’re inside your son’s room, Lex checks underneath his bed and his closet, letting him know there was nothing in there.
“There’s nothing to worry about, buddy.” Lex shakes the little one’s hair.
“But daddy I can’t sleep alone. Can you stay with me?” He asks his father.
“Of course, big boy.” Lex says, picking him up and placing him on his bed before drifting into sleep.