"Come on, honey, can you even drive with your skills?" Shaun immediately blocked her path. She hadn't even gotten her driver's license yet, and he'd only taught her a bit. When it came to real situations, of course, he wouldn't let her take the risk.
"Shaun, move out of my way and go find your pretty teacher!" Angela stomped on his shoe, her tone stubborn and defiant. Shaun didn't get angry—he just smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "No teacher is as pretty as my wife. I only want you!"
"Daddy, all the kids in my class say the teacher is pretty!" Little Callum cut in at just the right moment, throwing cold water on Shaun's smugness. Shaun was angry but didn't dare show it in front of Angela. Instead, he scolded Callum sharply, "You little brat, always snitching on me! Why did I have to raise such an ungrateful kid?"
"Mommy, look! Daddy's bullying me again!" Callum pouted, looking pitifully at Angela.
