My Wife Is a Little Too Fierce

"Six years ago, the person who was with me was you, wasn't it?" The man glared at her, his voice icy.

"Where's the proof?" The woman teased with a coy smile, unafraid in the least.

He reached out with his long arm and grabbed the little punk nearby, pulling him close. "Isn't he the best proof?"

The woman chuckled, her eyes full of provocation beneath their haughty gaze. "Son, do you think he looks like your dad?"

The little one rolled his eyes in disdain, looking utterly smug. "Mister, your genes aren't that powerful."