" Did you see the way Leon was staring at you!" Ashley nudged your side while holding back infectious giggling. You gave her a look but on the inside, you were doing backflips. You, Ashley, and Luis were waiting in the dining room while Leon sorted out his business with the odd merchant. You and Ashley were sitting at the table while Luis idly looked out the window.

"I agree with Ashley on this one princesa, he's in love with you." Luis teased you while grinning and Ashley broke out into laughter. You playfully hit her arm and scowled at Luis. "He is not, you two need to stop." Luis held his hand up and offered you a sly smirk. "Princesa if you don't tell him, Ashley will." Ashley nodded her head in agreement.

The butterflies in your stomach moved up to your heart and swore your heart would stop if she did.

"Tell me what?" Leon questioned while leaning against the door frame with his muscular arms crossed. One eyebrow raised while looking directly at Ashley.

"Um you know how her head hurts, kinda sounds like a migraine," Ashley replied sheepishly, then sealed the deal with a small smile. You hope Leon would take the bait. but something told you the blonde wouldn't be easily convinced.

He nodded and motioned you to follow him to the elegant hallway. Despite Salzar being a fucking lunatic he had good taste for interior design. "You could hear Ashley and Luis quietly mumbling the silly song about how you and Leon were in a tree. " You shot both of them a glare, and they started laughing.

He lead you to the top of the staircase and grabbed one of your hands. "Are you okay... I mean you've been kinda distant with me." Leon revealed while gazing into your eyes. His baby blue eyes conveyed his deepest fears and emotions. You brushed the stray hair out of his face and gave him a sad look.

"I'm scared Leon, am I going to turn?" He shut his eyes and brought you closer to him. "Of course not." He mumbled into your ear, "I do everything in my power to protect you."

He leaned his forehead on yours and your lips started falling into place.

"Oh hey guys, Ashley and I figured out the last puzzle so we can leave this shithole place," Luis called and the moment was ruined. You and Leon quickly pulled away and he cleared his throat.

"Thank you Luis" Leon expressed through gritted teeth, you could tell he was annoyed.

Luis caught on to what was happening, "Oh shit did I interrupt something? Do you need a minute Sanchez" He threw you a wink and patted Leon on the shoulder.

Leon brushed past him and went to retrieve Ashley. Once Leon was out of view, you turned to face Luis. "what the actual hell!" you whispered yelled at him. "Princesa how was I supposed to know that you were going to jump his bones." Luis matched your tone and gave a small chuckle. "I was not going to jump his bones..... he was checking on me," you muttered looking away from Luis.

Luis rolled his eyes and threw his around you, and reassured you that Leon likes you.

Leon came running out of the run with Ashley in tow. "Let's go, guys, they're coming!" Luis grabbed you and pulled you down the stairs. While firing his pistol at the cultist who was firing their bows and arrows at you, and kept trying to grab Ashley from Leon's grasp.

You and Ashley took shelter under a table while Leon and Luis fought off the cultists. You and Ashley were huddling together when a cultist grabbed you from under the table. you let out a scream and Ashley attempted to hit the guy with a vase. "LEON!" She screamed at him, pointing in your direction. But Leon was pinned in a corner and couldn't get out of it. He looked over and a dangerous look washed over his features, you could tell he was seeing red.

"HEY LET HER GO FUCKER!" Ashley threw rocks at the guy but sadly to no avail, and you were starting to lose hope. Until Leon and Luis came running to your rescue.

Leon said something to Lusi and he and Ashley ran off. Leon ran after you shouting that he was coming and not to worry.

When Leon had caught up to the guy, he kicked the back of his knees and you fell down on the hard ground. When you got up you saw Leon stabbing the guy to death with his favorite knife.

"Leon calm down." you crawled over to him in a hurry and tried to steady his shoulder. Let's face it the guy is already dead, one stab from Leon could kill anyone. He stopped stabbing the guy and practically pounced on top of you muttering that you are okay. He was shaking, and blood stained his face.

"Hey.... it's okay. I'm fine you saved me." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his head on your head.

Leon pulled away slightly and gave you a chaste kiss. You moved your hand to cup his face and Leon deepened the kiss. His kisses were desperate and a bit heated. He gently bit on your bottom lip and you knew your lips would be swollen after this.

He broke the kiss and laid his forehead against yours. "Sorry for bruising your lips," he chuckled and gave you another kiss on your lips.

"After this do you want to get dinner as my girlfriend, 'cause we're practically dating right? I mean after that kiss, I think we should be."

Iced vanilla coffee with pumpkin cold foam," the barista announced. Eagerly, you slid your bookmark back into the pages of your book, your anticipation growing with each step toward the counter. Autumn's arrival meant it was finally time to indulge in your cherished seasonal beverage. As you reached out to claim your coffee, an unexpected hand swiftly grasped it before you could blink.

"Oh sorry, did I get the wrong order?" As you turned, you became captivated by a man whose striking blue eyes seemed to pierce deep into your soul. You found yourself irresistibly drawn to his gaze, utterly entranced by the intensity and allure of his eyes.

"Hey.... you okay?" he said while snapping his fingers. You snapped out of your trance and were a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, I'm terribly sorry. I thought this was my order, but I definitely could be mistaken," you explained clearly embarrassed, the flushed cheeks gave it away.

Just then, the barista called out another coffee order identical to yours. The man laughed, "Oh this one must be mine."

The two of you shared another look and went back to sit at your respective tables. You've had a busy day and it was only one in the afternoon. So sitting in the peaceful cafe was just what you needed.

As the hours slipped by, you became wholly absorbed in crafting the second draft of your second novel. The success of your debut work left an indelible mark on your heart, setting high expectations for this sequel. Vividly recounting your harrowing experiences in Raccoon City, the book pays special tribute to the valiant blonde rookie cop who risked everything to rescue you and your friends. Though time has drifted you all apart, the fast-approaching anniversary of those fateful events evokes bittersweet memories that continue to shape and inspire your writing.

You were absorbed in editing your draft you didn't see someone sitting across from you. Pulling out your earbuds and you brushed your hair back. You noted it was the man from earlier, "Oh sorry I didn't see you there."

As you smiled at him, charmed by his shyness, you started chatting about how your respective days went. Intrigued, he questioned you about the book you were writing, and as you explained your ideas, you couldn't help but mention its prequel, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

“"So, you were part of the Raccoon City incident?" he inquired with a hint of curiosity, his fingers absentmindedly playing with his watch. Caught off guard by this unexpected question, especially since it was a topic rarely discussed, you opted for honesty. The incident was not your favorite conversation piece, so you preferred to write under a pseudonym. Amusingly enough, none of your readers had any clue about your true identity or appearance.

“Uhh yea I was, my friends and I was going to a party. We were all riding together, and the police had shut the roads down. Then… the monsters came.” You trialed off, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. The man looked sympathetic and grabbed you hand. “Hey it’s okay… I promise it’s gets easier. You just have to have the right person.” He cradled your hand in his own, and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“If not for Officer Kennedy, I wouldn't be standing here today. The first book is an immense homage to him," you said with a smile, attempting to conceal the depth of your emotions. He was just a stranger who nearly picked up your coffee by mistake, and you didn't want to impose the weight of your past on him.

“If it’s any help, I was also there. It was the first day of the job for me.” He began and the pieces hadn’t clicked yet.

"I remember that day vividly. It was my first day on the job, and little did I know, it would also be a day I would never forget. I rushed into the gas station, running late after a terrible breakup with my girlfriend the night before. As I raced to my car, my heart pounding with adrenaline, I knew that this day would be different. And little did I know, it would be the start of a wild and crazy journey that would change my life forever." He moved his blonde hair out of his face.

“Oh I’m so sor-“ he cut you off, “I’m fine, I’ve learned to heal.”

You nodded and the barista reminded everyone it was closing time, on some days they closed at 2:30 in the afternoon. You gathered your things, and the man waited for you.

“Allow me to walk you out?” He held out his arm for you to take. You giggled a bit embarrassed and accepted his arm.

He walked you to your car and helped you set your stuff in the back. You had realized after talking to him for so long, that you didn’t even know his name. He was getting ready to leave but you stopped him.

“You know I never got your name.” You pointed out to him. He chucked and said. “How rude of me, you can call me Officer Kennedy.” The color must have drained from your face.

“It’s okay. It’s okay I’m sorry I should have said something earlier.” You felt like fainting, he grabbed a hold of your wait and gently helped you sit down.

“Oh.. my I didn’t even realize.” He shook his head. Brushing you off. “Honestly it’s okay… I’m glad your safe after all these years. To be honest I kinda tracked you down here.”

You looked at him confused. “ my friend Claire was reading the book, and she sent it to me. I just had to see you. I don’t really care for pumpkin ice coffee. I just overheard that you ordered it.” He laughed nervously.

A gentle breeze wafted through the bedroom, prompting you to snuggle even closer to Leon. During these chilly winter months, he had become your personal space heater. As you turned toward him, you noticed he had already drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Nevertheless, you continued to curl up against him, playfully pilfering his comforting warmth.

"Hmm, love, you're chilly," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep as he brushed hair away from his face. Stretching languidly, he inadvertently shifted you away from him, resulting in a slight pout forming on your lips. Noticing this, he tenderly drew you back into his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. You eagerly nestled closer to him, seeking warmth and comfort.

With a mischievous grin, you slyly placed your icy feet on his legs, causing him to jump in surprise. "Good god , babe, at least wear some socks," he teasingly nudged you away.

"Hey!" You shouted playfully, as he swiftly leaped off the bed and darted around the house. Overwhelmed with laughter, you eagerly chased after him.

Undoubtedly, Leon possessed remarkable speed, and you were well aware that catching him was unlikely. Yet, your determination pressed you forward. "Hey sweetheart, hold up!" you shouted. Eagerly, you dashed into the living room, your eyes scanning for any sign of your cherished partner. His voice echoed in response, challenging you, "No chance! You'll have to find me!" The striking sound of footsteps trailed away towards the den, increasing your excitement in this playful pursuit.

With haste, you dashed into the den and swiftly swung the door open, only to release a disheartened sigh when your favorite blonde was nowhere in sight. As you explored the room further, you were unexpectedly enveloped by strong arms encircling your waist. Tender kisses graced your jawline, eliciting a delighted hum from you.

These were the treasured moments - those rare times when you and Leon could feel like ordinary people, simply enjoying each other's company.

[] loves when you mark him,the whimpers he makes is music to your ears.

[] he’s typically dominant, but when you start leaving love-bites he’s melts.

[] “babe, you have to hide them, ‘member,” you’re seated on his lap, and his neck is tilted giving you full access

[] loves when you leave them on his neck, chest, and his v line

[] you would have to admit, he’s cute with his love-bites and gets so flustered when you ask about them.

“Be careful, you never know who’s lurking out there.”your friend playfully warned, drawing you into a warm, comforting embrace. A burst of laughter escaped your lips as you gratefully welcomed their hug.

"Now come on, you know my place is usually a ghost town," you teased, playfully nudging their arm as you led them to the door. As you exchanged heartfelt goodbyes, you shut the door and secured the deadbolt with a satisfying click. Climbing the stairs towards your bedroom, the serene atmosphere enveloped you. You took pride in the recent improvements made to your home – hiring professionals to deep clean the carpets and revamp your once unruly garden. You had just purchased this house, and you were glad to be adding this personal touches.

As you sauntered towards the bathroom, you effortlessly shed your clothes, leaving them behind in a trail. Grasping your plush robe, you draped it around yourself like a soft embrace. Captivated by the sight of the sun sinking on the horizon, you gazed through the window, lost in the mesmerizing hues of the setting sun. Suddenly, an unsettling chill sent shivers down your spine, urging you to step back from the window and close the blinds with haste. Taking slow, deliberate breaths, you attempted to regain your composure and restore your sense of calm.

"Simply first home jitters," you reassuringly whispered to yourself, attempting to steady your anxious thoughts. With a deep breath, you flicked on the shower and smoothly slid the silky robe off your body. Gently pulling open the gleaming glass door, you stepped into the inviting cascade of warm water. You allowed the comforting stream to flow down every inch of your being, soothing and enveloping you in its embrace.



As the warm water cascaded down your body, you reluctantly reached for the faucet, shutting off the shower. The air felt distinctly cold on your damp skin as you stepped out, hastily grabbing your cozy robe to wrap yourself in its inviting embrace. You cleared the fog off the mirror with a swift swipe and pulled open the bathroom drawer. Retrieving your favorite moisturizer, you gently massaged the refreshing cream onto your face. Despite the blinds keeping the outside world at bay, an unsettling feeling of being watched crept into your thoughts. Eager to leave this unease behind, you snatched up your clothes and hurriedly exited the bathroom.

Your own mind was making up false feelings, nobody was watching you.

You stood inside your bedroom, the walls adorned with memories of a thousand thoughts. The day had been long, filled with the chaos of the outside world, and all you longed for was a few moments of respite. The weariness settled into your bones as you sank onto the plush bed, yearning for the solace that sleep might bring.


But as you closed your eyes, seeking the sanctuary of dreams, the shrill cry of your phone shattered the silence, demanding your immediate attention. With a sigh, you reached out and picked it up, the bright screen illuminating your weary face.

You were getting a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” You asked curiously, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, as you didn't often answer the phone when you didn’t recognize the number.


"What's your favorite scary movie?" the voice on the other end of the line replied, its deep timbre sending shivers cascading down your spine. It was almost like a loud whisper, a phantom echo in the darkness.


You felt your heart skip a beat. Why would someone call to ask about your favorite movie, especially a horror film? The peculiar question took you off guard, leaving minimal space for coherent thoughts. Hesitation seeped through your veins, but there was a lingering curiosity that compelled you to delve further.


"Huh?" you managed to utter, your voice laced with a mixture of confusion and unease. As you mulled over the caller's motives, you found it rather peculiar that they would initiate a conversation with such an unsettling query. Against your better judgment, you decided not to indulge the caller's strange curiosity and swiftly reached for the end call button.


The room fell silent, suffocating in the absence of sound. However, the stillness lasted merely seconds before the shrill ring of the phone shattered the peace once again, causing your stomach to knot up in apprehension. With trembling hands, you reached for your phone and glanced at the illuminated screen.


"Unknown Number."


Dread seeped through your veins, pooling in the pit of your stomach as you braced yourself for the unknown. Your intuition screamed at you, warning of imminent danger lurking just beyond the realm of comprehension. Was this merely a prank call, or something far more sinister?


The incessant ringing came to an abrupt halt, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Perspiration trickled down your forehead as you let out a sigh of relief, but the knot of fear in your gut refused to loosen its grip. Uneasily, you made your way to your closet, casting furtive glances around as if expecting a malevolent presence to materialize. The phone once again, starting ringing. You couldn’t handle the sound of the ringing anymore, so you decided to answer it. Before you could get any words out, the other person cut you off.

"Don't. Hang. Up. On. Me. Dearheart," his voice punctuated each word, sending chills down your spine. You could feel the icy grip of fear wrapping around you as you spoke into the receiver, feeling as though he had you trapped within the confines of your own home.

"I-I'm sorry," your voice trembled, struggling to maintain composure in the face of this terrifying situation. You had no idea who this person was or what they wanted from you, but their possessive tone sent shivers down your spine.

"Now, what's your favorite scary movie?" he reiterated his first question, his voice filled with anticipation. Panic washed over you. You didn't watch horror movies often, so you were at a loss for words. You stammered, "Um... Halloween."

His laughter echoed through the line, making your blood run cold. "Ah, Halloween. Classic choice," he chuckled, relishing in your vulnerability. "Now, was that so hard, dearheart? You're doing great. I just have a few more questions."

You couldn't understand why he was asking these random questions, but you knew better than to defy him. "Okay, next question. What's your name?" he asked, his voice dripping with desperation. You could hear his heavy breathing, and it only added to the growing sense of dread within you.

"My name?" you repeated, bewildered and afraid. "Why do you need to know my name? Who are you?"

A sinister chuckle escaped him, and in that moment, you knew that there was no escape from this twisted game. "I just want to know who I'm looking at, my dear," he replied, his words laced with a chilling mix of curiosity and malice.

“Oh dear, do you think you locked me in or out?” He taunted, his voice dripping with an unsettling confidence. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut - he was right. The door that separated you from him was locked, but you couldn't remember if it was locked from the inside or outside. Panic began to well up inside you, your mind racing to find a solution.


Your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could offer some form of protection. But everything seemed to be firmly mounted to the walls, leaving you defenseless. A sinking feeling settled in your chest as the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon you.


“I’ll call the police,” you threatened, desperately clinging to any semblance of control. But your words were met with a chilling response.


“Call the police, so they can see the bloodbath that I’ll leave you in,” he retorted, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. The sheer malice in his voice sent shivers down your spine, your blood turning to ice.


In a surge of desperation, you flung open the closet door and made a mad dash for the exit. Your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum, the adrenaline fueling your every move. But just as you reached the locked bedroom door, you were abruptly knocked down by an unseen force.


“Oh dearheart, what a dumb thing to do,” he sneered, looming over you as you lay sprawled on the floor. His voice mocked you, pierced your soul. Everything about him seemed hauntingly familiar, yet shrouded in an air of mystery. His face was concealed behind a ghostly white mask, a stark contrast to the ominous black cloak that draped his figure.


Fear surged through your veins as you tried to gather your wits, to find a way out of this nightmarish situation. But as you struggled to push yourself up, his grip tightened around your wrists, rendering you helpless.


His masked visage leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “You can't escape me, darling. I've been watching you for far too long. I know everything about you, and there's nowhere you can hide.”


The combination of his words and the sinister confidence in his voice elicited a chill that crept up your spine, leaving your body paralyzed with terror. It felt like a sick game, where every move you made only served to tighten his grip on you.


As your mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plan, a flicker of courage ignited within you. Desperation breathed life into your voice as you yelled for help, hoping against hope that someone, anyone, would hear your cries and come to your aid.


But the room remained silent, amplifying the overwhelming sense of isolation and despair. It seemed like time stretched on endlessly, with each passing second chipping away at your resolve.

“What do you want from me?” You asked quietly, he titled his head and laughed but refused to answer. He then decided to pick you up, and carried you to the bed

“Oh nothing dearheart, just play my game sweet girl.” He wasn’t using his voice changer, that he used on the phone.

“Wait? Wesker?” You’re the Raccon City slasher? You couldn’t believe it, why was he doing this. He removed the mask and revealed his signature cat like eyes and blonde hair.

“Hmm very good dearheart, you’re just as intelligent as Excella said you were.”

“Now beg for it.” Wesker demanded. He moved your legs apart and got nestled in between them.

“Please Wesker, touch me.” You felt shameful for begging, but you had the biggest crush on him. You shivered under his touch, your body felt electric. He removed his gloves and threw them aside, you reached for his belt buckle and started to unhook it with shaky hands. You weren’t scared anymore, he was your boss. You just didn’t think he would ever do this. Or you knew he could, but the burning question was why.

He removed his belt, then yanked off your robe. He laid harsh kisses on your collar bone, leaving sloppy kisses on your body. He got off you for a moment, to grab the gleaming knife from his holster. He was careful with his movements, so he didn’t accidentally cut you. He started on your stomach and trailed the knife lower and lower, growing bored. He threw the knife aside with a loud clank.

“Spread your legs, sweet girl.” You did as you were told, then wesker started prepping you. He pressed one finger into your cunt, after a few seconds he added another. He yanked his pants off hastily and got into position, you felt his cock growing hard against your thigh.

“For someone who was scared,you sure are wet.” He laughed while housing his cock into you. His pace started out rough, the sound of skin slapping together could be heard from down the hall.. The room was hot, sweat pored down his chest. You grabbed the throw blanket to wipe him off a bit.

Within minutes, you vision got fuzzy. You were getting closer, you bucked your hips up to meet his pace. He let out a groan, when you ran your nails down his back.

“Don’t cum until I say you can, understand?” You nodded your head yes - you knew it wouldn’t be wise to disobey him.

“That’s right, take it!” He was practically growling at this point, his usually neat hair was strung all over his face. He grabbed you legs so he could place them on his shoulders.

Your orgasm was on the horizon, and your legs locked together, causing him to grin.

“Hmm so close are we? I guess you deserve to cum don’t you?” You cried out, clutching onto him as your continued to scratch your nails down his back. He pulled out and got off the bed, he walked into the bathroom. A few moments later, he came back with a wet cloth. He came back to you and gently wiped you up. You shivered after the warmth left your body, he threw the cloth aside and climbed back into bed. He pulled you into him, you snuggled into him, to get the warmth back.

Leon :

- this was Leon’s favorite time of year. He loved everything Halloween. So he volunteered to take your kids trick or treating. So you could have some time to yourself. He picked out matching costumes from him and his girls.

- He got them bluey and bingo, he went as bandit. He wanted to make Halloween special for them. While they were young, he hoped to be a cool dad. Which you always tell him that he is.

- he didn’t keep them out so late, but between the both of them. They both had full buckets of candy. You were impressed.

- If there’s a scary decoration, he would avoid that house or he would carry them. They were still young enough to be scared of some stuff, but it wasn’t a problem for Leon. He would do anything to protect his girls.

- he always made sure the girls minded their manners. He’s knew they would get tired, so he brought a wagon so he pull them around in. He had a throw blanket, so they could cover up if they got cold.

///

The girls came running in and found you in the tv room. You were curled up with a fuzzy blanket, a good book and a glass of wine. While wearing Leon’s oversized shirt.

“Did you have fun with dad?” You asked excitedly while they climbed to sit with you on the couch. They shook their heads yes and proceeded to tell you everything that happened.

A few minutes later, Leon came in with their buckets and candy. He walked toward the couch and leaned down the kiss you on the forehead. You giggled at him because he was still in his costume.

"What's got you laughing?" He asked, a puzzled expression dancing across his face. Your laughter only intensified at his genuine bewilderment, "It's just that you're still decked out in your costume." His eyes followed your gaze downward, and a surge of understanding struck him. Hastily unzipping the outfit, he discarded it, leaving him clad in his usual ensemble of shirt and sweats.

“Want them check their candy with me?” He asked while pulling you up with him. He kissed your forehead and placed his head against yours.

“Let’s put them bed first.” You told him. He picked them both up and all of you walked upstairs to get them ready for bed. After getting them to fall asleep, you and Leon decided to check their candy. You didn’t believe you would find anything wrong. You had thought Leon just wanted his dad tax.

\\

Albert Wesker

- he preferably didn’t like accepting candy from strangers. But for the sake of his daughter he would do it.

- he never got to experience trick or treating when he was younger. But he knew he wanted to take his daughter trick or treating. He didn’t think he would enjoy going, but he actually liked going. He thought it would be more crowded, but it truly wasn’t.

- He parked his car, and the three of you walked around. You had to find a neighborhood since you lived in the middle of nowhere.

- For the most part of trick or treating, he carried her on his shoulders. Just because she was tired of walking. Or she held his hand, and skipped alongside him.

- You and your daughter had corresponding outfits on. You couldn’t get Albert dress up, which was fine. You knew he wouldn’t do it anyway.

- Albert wanted to stay out til the end of trick or treating, just because the three of you were having fun.

///

“Do we have to walk back through there?” Your daughter asked as she reached up for Albert to pick her up.

"Regrettably, we do," he grumbled, casting a weary glance in your direction. Raccoon City annually transforms into a captivating realm of enchantment with its renowned "haunted corn maze." This year, the organizers boldly decided to establish it right at the heart of town, rendering navigation through the area a difficult task. Your home was nestled amidst the serenity of the countryside,which means you had to drive in search of trick-or-treating locations.

“Don't worry, darling, everything will be alright. Your dad and I are right here with you,” you soothingly reassured your little one. Her eyes lit up with a glimmer of relief as she snuggled her face comfortably into her father's warm embrace. You were acutely aware that the maze had surprises waiting to pop out and startle everyone. That's precisely why you wanted to navigate through it swiftly, hoping to save Albert from losing his cool at the unexpected scares.

As Albert carefully cradled your daughter in his arms, you valiantly lugged her hefty candy bucket. Sweat beaded on your brow as you tried to keep pace with Albert, who grumbled under his breath about the nonsensical maze constructed by the "fools of this town" and their frivolous use of funds. You recognized that he was biting his tongue, doing his best not to frighten your little girl with his true thoughts.

“C’mon dearheart, we must hurry. We’re also there.” Albert called to you, he wasn’t so far ahead of you. You answered him and jogged a bit quicker.

You saw the parking ahead and thought you had made it through, without anyone jumping out of you. You checked your watch real quick, to keep an eye on time, only to discover it was bedtime soon. Relief began to wash over you, and you were planning the rest of your evening with Albert, until the shrill cry broke you out of your daydream.

The relief was replaced with dread as you hurried to your family. You were really running to your husband’s aid, so he didn’t blow a gasket.

You made it over there, and your husband was trying to diffuse your daughter’s crying. After promptly telling the scare actor to leave. You sat the bucket down and reached from your daughter, trying to soothe her.