(I own only plot.)
Twenty one year old Patricia Sweet chased her three year old son through the house. "Ugh, Rocky! Quit running about!" She yelled.
"Mumma can't get me!" Rocky shrieked. The door opened and Eddie scooped his son up.
"Dada can and Dada did! Hey, son!" Eddie grinned. A very angry Patricia grabbed her son.
"You have a good day, Slimeball?" Patricia asked.
"Yeah, what about you, Yackball?" Eddie asked.
"Ask your freaking son!" Patricia growled. "He's the one who made me run around all the time! He only gave me a three minute break while he wolfed down a plate full'a cookies!" She was almost steaming.
"Oh. Hey, Rocks, don't mess your mama about again, got it!" Eddie to his little boy.
"OK, now, give your wife a nice, sweet, sugary kiss. C'mere, boy." Patricia said, then grabbed the back of Eddie's head and pressed her lips to his. Then she moved her lips. "That's great." She kissed him again.
"I bet Fabian don't get this kinda hassle from Neens." Eddie muttered quietly.
"I doubt he does, Neens is a goody-goody-two-shoes. Not like me, I'm your little rebel." Patricia murmured, liking it.
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, babe, we need to eat. I'm gonna go make a stack of pancakes and some hoagies. Go sit down." Eddie ordered.
"Thank you!" Patricia cheered. "I need a drink, think you could do me a coffee?"
"Sure thing, baby." Eddie told her, putting Rocky in his play pen.
"Aw, Daddy, not the play pen!" Rocky groaned.
"The play pen. You made your mom run around after you throughout the day. You have to stay there now for the rest of the evening till your mom and I take you up to bed." Eddie said.
Rocky said "But why does Mumma sit down? She not need to!" He had the most adorable combination of an American and English accent, mingled with baby talk. He was a pure combination of Eddie and Patricia. Everyone loved him.
"She needs to. Just stay put, OK?" Eddie said.
As soon as Eddie was out of the room, Rocky said "Mumma, please let me play."
"Rocks, Mum's tired, just play in there." Patricia closed her eyes.
Rocky said "Mumma, who that playing with your hair?"