“Hey!” He grumbled as he fought to get away from his grasp, being careful of his pregnancy. “I don’t know… confused? Why didn’t they say anything directly?”
"What do you want me to do about it, dork?" He asked with a soft smirk while reaching to gently ruffle his hair to lighten mood and to subtly let him know nothing will change between them. "How are you feeling about it?"
No, buttface, I meant your husband is the aggressive one. An he better not hit you. Your dad is back? Crowley? The guy that abandoned you and mama, he now wants to play house again as if nothing happened? And what, mama said yes?
My husband would never punch me. So, you're right about that. My dad is back... And I guess he wants to work things out with me and... Mama. As for the rest, I don't know. That's all I'm aware of.
I don't know how to explain this. At least, without going into major details. Short answer; Mama is divorcing your father. I believe it was a mutual agreement from what she had said.
He couldn’t help teasing her with his 5’10 height, but quickly lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry, mama.” He apologised and nodded. “Victor told me you were quite insistent on teaching him these the proper way and I remember you mentioned them while growing up.”
Her eyes narrow while straightening out her shirt, clearly only standing at 5'2. "Wes, don't be rude. I've been the same height since you were born." A brow raised as the plate was handed to her. "Oh wow! I haven't had these in ages. Thank you."
He lets her down, with a huge grin. “Are you smaller in your female form?” An amused glint was visible in his eyes. “Anyway! I got you your favorite! Here!”
Squeaks due to being startled by the sudden vigorous hug, legs dangling in the air. "Thank you, bug." Her words were muffled by their cheeks being pressed together.