Tuck yourself around the corner and watch your mom and Timmy.

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Right before making the turn to mount the stairs you turn around and duck into your Dad's office door way so you can watch you mom and Timmy with out being seen. Your mom smiles brightly and giggle at Timmy's comment before reaching over to the radio on the counter top and turning it on. As soft music fills the room she scoops Timmy up in her arms and he wraps his legs around her waist as the two them begin to dance and giggle in the kitchen.

You can't hear what the two are saying to each other but it's obvious that they are seriously enjoying what they believe is a private mom son moment. The loving scene in interrupted by your dad stomping into view.

"What the hell is going on here?!" You dad growls, causing your mom to put Timmy down on the floor with a blush, you wonder if the blush is due to the fact that two of her buttons of her blouse are now open.

"Nothing.... I was just dancing with my son. Is there something wrong with that Steven?" Your mom spits, trying hard not to get to angry.

Your dad looks down at Timmy, "Bed..., now!" Your little brother is ready to protest but another stern look from your dad send him off to the stairs with out a word. You move back into your dad's office as Timmy passes by on his way to the stairs.

"I hate him..." Timmy grumbles under his breath before swinging himself around the banister and taking off up to his room.

You move back to where you were just in time to see your dad lean in and say something to your mom. You are not sure what he said but what ever it was upset her greatly and she runs for the stairs, whipping tears from her eyes. A few seconds later you can hear her bedroom door slam as your dad retreats back into the living room.

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