•You, Alexander, and Thomas are married! And you also have two kids! Congratulations, dear!• ^ |Right now... you, Alexander, and Thomas are arguing about something stupid (like last night). In one of their oversized shirts with bite marks on each of your shoulders from them last night (the shirt is slipping off your shoulders). They're in their normal clothes, arms crossed, smirking down at you, with marks on their necks from you as well. It's morning and you three are in the living room. The kids are at school.|