"Come on Dylan you have to put your toys away" I repeated. He ignored me again.
"No" he crossed his arms and glared at me.
"Don't make me count to 3" I warned.
"I'll tell daddy" he smirked.
"1..." I held up one finger.
"2..." right as I was about to say 3 I felt something hit my face.
"Ow fuck" I yelled covering my cheek. On the ground I saw a plastic train. Dylan was smiling proudly. I heard Michaels quick footsteps down the stairs. He came over to me.
"Let me see babe" Michael said gently while pulling my hands away from my face.
"It hurts so bad" I mumbled.
"Aw sweetheart" he chuckled pushing my face into his chest.
"It's not funny" I whined wincing as his fingers brushed over my cheek.
"He really got you good" Michael said. "You need ice" he mumbled pulling me to the kitchen. I flinched when he pressed the ice to my face.
"Relax baby" he mumbled placing it back on my swollen cheek.
"Daddy" I heard Dylan say.
"Yeah buddy what do you need?" Michael asked keeping his attention on me.
"I'm sorry mommy" he had tears in his eyes. Michael stepped aside smiling. I jumped off the counter and held my arms open for him.
"I'm really sorry"
"Shh Dylan it's ok. I'm not mad" I squeezed him back. Michaels arms wrapped around both of us.
"I love you guys"
