Not again

Iris's POV

Face flushed with embarrassment, I looked at my adorably angry-looking son, with scrunched eyebrows and pouty lips he was sending daggers at his own father. He is looking at Xander as if he is some sort of monster.

"Xan" for fleeting seconds, he glanced towards me but again fixes his eyes on his father with a glare.

If not for the seriousness of the situation, I would have definitely loved his reaction.

Like father like son.

But caught in the act by my son made me nervous. What were you thinking Iris, how can you be so careless?

The problem is I stop thinking when it's about Xander.

Patting my hands on my clothes, I too step towards my son, my baby following all my moments, his father mirroring him. Moving past Xander, I stood in front of my son, "Xa...xan...he was not eating me." Well, we kind of were eating each other, but I can't explain that to my son. Awkwardly laughing I glanced at my son to see him looking at me confused. And didn't falter from his defending stan