"You fucking shitting me?! The goal was wide open!" You yelled as your husband laughed at you. "You shut your fucking mouth Lance."

"Sorry sweetheart, but it looks like my team is better than yours." He said and it led to him getting smacked in the shoulder by you, and a string of curses left his mouth. It was in the last 30 seconds of the game and it was Manchester United: 4 and Manchester City: 3. Being a City fan, which your husband always teased you for, you were pissed that they missed the tying goal. Now with only 15 seconds left, they received the ball once again.

"Ha! Looks like you're doing the dishes!" You yelled as it seemed to be a clear shot at the goal. With five more seconds remaining, the player was ready to kick, but one of United's players got there just in the knick of time and kicked the ball away. "Goddamn it!" You nearly screamed then just sat on the couch pissed off.

"Oh come on (Y/n). Your punishment isn't that bad." Hunter says as he leans in closer to your face. Then he pokes your cheek. What the hell? He did it again and again and again. While doing so, he took one of his Manchester United scarves and put it around your neck.

"It burns! It burns!" You yelled and quickly took it off. He just glared at you then lunged; pinning you to the couch. "Don't you dare Lance Hunter." Oh, but he didn't listen to you. His hands flew to your sides as he began to tickle you. It didn't help that you were extremely ticklish and he knew it.

"Say it (Y/n). Say it." He said, his face dangerously close to yours. Taking a chance, you leaned up and kissed him. He stopped his relentless tickling and began to deepen the kiss until a little voice interrupted you.

"Daddy, why did the good team lose?" Your son asked.

"Yes please explain this to us, Daddy." You drawed out, knowing how that affected him.

"Bloody hell (Y/n). Not in front of the kid!" Lance said.

"Mommy! Daddy said a bad word!" Your son exclaimed. He was very good at catching Lance swearing, but never you.

"I know sweetie, he'll get his punishment in a bit. But first he should answer your question, shouldn't he?"

"Yeah!"

"Then maybe you can go and play with your Aunt Bobbi so you don't hear your father crying later."

"Okay!" He said as Hunter gave you a look as the two boys left the room. You quickly texted Bobbi and asked her if it was alright that your son came over, and she was ecstatic. So one Lance finished explaining, Bobbi was there to pick your little boy up.

"He caught him swearing again, didn't he." She asked.

"Yup, even though I was swearing a lot more than he was. Well, I'll see you two in a couple hours."

"Nope. You get him back tomorrow. No buts. Lance needs to learn his lesson, plus I want another nephew or niece soon!" She said as she ran out the door with your son.

"Bob stole him again. Didn't she." You nodded you head and turned towards Lance. You smiled and walked away, purposely swaying your hips a little more than usual to drive him crazy.

"Bobbi wants another nephew or niece, so do you want to try?" You said while glancing at Hunter over your shoulder.

"We can try all you like sweetheart." He said as he led the two of you to your bedroom.