"Don't you ever get tired of embarrassin' me??"
"Nope! It's one of the most fun parts of being a mom, sweet-face."
"Can I trade you for a new little sister or something?"
"Where else do you think your sisters come from, boy!?"
"Dad can probably make one on his own, right?"
Abaddon shivers as he maps out his surroundings.
"Son.... please don't involve me in this-"
It is too late, as Ayaana appears in front of her husband with a small pout on her full lips. She raises her hand and cups her his chin.
The feeling of her manicured nails against his skin is all too dangerous.
"Honey... tell our son you need me."
Abaddon licks his lips predatorily.
"...Of course I-"
"I swear to god. If you say something gross, I will kill myself and make you both watch." Straga folds his arms.
Ayaana and Abaddon glance back at their son.
Straga's frown deepens. "Don't. You. Dar-"
The two kiss passionately, with Abaddon holding on to his wife's butt as she jumps up into his arms.
