"Papa! Wake up!" A five year old boy was screaming at the top of his voice as he banged on his father's door.

"Papa! Wake up! It's getting late!" He banged his tiny fists on the door yet again and began kicking them as well now.

"Papa!"

"Uff! What do you want Ansh? Get back to sleep! It's just 5 in the morning!" A sleepy, hoarse voice was heard from inside the room.

"God! Why did you gave me such a lazy Papa?" Ansh complained to God before using the spare key to get into his Papa's room.

Once he was in, he swiftly climbed up on the bed and sat on his father who was sleeping on his stomach. Sighing at the way his father was sleeping, Ansh lay on top of his father and began drawing tiny circles on his arms.

"You're not going to let me sleep, are you?" His father asked again, realizing what Ansh was doing. He knew that once his son is up, no matter what time it was, it's breakfast time already.

"Breakfast Papa!" Ansh whispered with a pout.

"Okay fine! Come, let's go!" His father got up taking Ansh in his arms and headed towards the bathroom first. After they both had brushed and washed themselves, they went into the kitchen.

Ansh settled himself comfortably on the kitchen cabinet while his father began beating eggs while some potatoes boiled on the stove.

"Papa! Juice!" Ansh asked, yet again with a pout upon seeing his father pouring a cup of milk for him.

"Ansh, I'll get you your juice later! Just drink this milk for now. Otherwise you can't grow muscles like Ru Chachu! Come! Quick!" He persuaded his son while pouring some espresso for himself.

"But I hate milk!"

"Its good for health. Don't be stubborn! Now drink up, quick!" He reprimanded Ansh a little.

After a big fat breakfast which ended around 7 in the morning, Ansh and his father rushed to get ready. One to school and the other to his office. After changing into his uniform, Ansh walked into his father's room with a tie around his neck which wasn't pulled to the top and saw his father struggling with his tie.

"Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi! The best businessman of the year 2016, 2017, and possibly 2018 also can do everything except making a tie!" Ansh face-palmed himself as he said that to his father.

"Hey Champ! Don't do this na! Come here! Come fix this for me!" Shivaay grinned as he lifted Ansh and placed him on top of the bed. Ansh began to knot Shivaay's tie with much diligence while Shivaay stood there admiring his son. As soon as he was done, Ansh clapped his hands and smiled proudly at Shivaay. Shivaay pulled up Ansh's tie and the both of them headed towards the car in a rush.

"No matter how early I wake you up, we always have to rush, don't we?" Ansh asked Shivaay was honking at the car ahead of them for the nth time.

"Sorry Champ! It won't happen next time. I..."

"I promise to wake up as soon as you wake me up and get us on time tomorrow! God! Why do I have to keep on listening to this man saying this very sentence every day but never once follow it! Meri tutti putti kismat!" Ansh cribbed.

"Who thought you that?" Shivaay roared upon hearing the last sentence from his son's mouth.

"What, Papa?" Ansh gulped in fear upon seeing his father's changed expressions.

"That last sentence! Who thought you that?" Shivaay asked his son yet again.

"I don't know Papa! It just came in a flow!" Ansh stammered as he keenly observed the changes in his father's calm and cool features.

"Don't ever say that again. Your school is here. Get down and will see you later. Khanna Uncle will fetch you later! Bye!" Shivaay bid to his son and drove away from the school area.

The rest of their day went uneventful with the same old usual stuff at office and school for both Shivaay and Ansh. The only thing that brought both their moods down was a little conversation.

***

"Ansh! Will your mummy come this year to the School Annual Day?" His best friend, Seraphine asked him.

"I don't know Sera. I wish she would make it, but you know, I can't talk about it to Papa as well! I'll just have to wait till Om Chachu and Ru Chachu to get back from India, I guess!" Ansh answered truthfully.

***

"Shivaay, Ansh is getting older and older. You can't keep reprimanding him for things which he has no control over it!" His father, Mr. Shakti Singh Oberi scolded him when Shivaay told him what had happened in the school.

"So what do you expect me to do? Watch my son growing into that woman?" He gritted through his teeth, controlling his anger.

"That woman, you're talking about, is your son's mother and your wife!" Shakti reminded him.

"Anika isn't my wife! Not anymore! She left us already! Just stop talking about her Dad!" Shivaay angrily walked off from his father's cabin.

Just then, a woman came out from a compartment behind the shelf with tears in her eyes.

"He would never take me back, will he Papa?" She sobbed lightly as she collapsed into Shakti's arms.

"Anika, beta, please calm down. He'll accept you soon. Don't worry! He's just angry. Let's wait till OmRu's comeback. Shall we?" Shakti consoled a crying Anika.

Anika just nodded and turned to the other side, the glass frame which separates her from the love of her live, Shivaay. He was also in pain. She knew it. She could see through it, but, she can never reach out to him. Not after what she had done. Sighing at how her simple mistake brought her to this situation, Anika silently wept as she left the office. She was reminded of one of their many moments while love was still a bliss in their lives.

"What if I hate you again, one day?" She asked as they were gazing the stars, laying lazily on top of his car.

"That day will never come, my love!" Shivaay assured her.

"What if it happens? Just asking! Answer me now!" She asked yet again.

"Well, then, I'll make you fall in love with me all over again!" She blushed hearing that.

"How?"

"Shivaay..." She barely whispered as he slowly encircled his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"By doing this!" He whispered and went on to pepper soft kisses all over her face and descended down to her neck rolling himself above her.

Just when Anika was getting turned on by his kisses, he began to tickle her around her waist. Being the ticklish person she always was, Anika began to laugh to tears, begging him to stop at every occasion possible.

"I'll tickle you until you say that you love me!!!" Shivaay shrieked and went on to tickle her harder.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" Anika shouted as she slithered to avoid his tickles.

Then, he stopped at once and waited for her to calm down. As soon as Anika was normal again, he places a chaste kiss on her lips and whispered against them, "this is exactly how I'll make you fall in love with me again!".

Anika chuckled at the memory and tried to hold her tears from flowing down her eyes.

"I wish you had asked the same question to me so that I would now know what I am supposed to do to make you fall in love with me again!" She sobbed unwillingly and fell asleep on the couch of her living room itself.

***

"Ru Chachu! O Chachu!" Ansh excitedly bounced from his chair and ran across the dining room, leaving his breakfast to his uncles who had just returned from India that morning.

He pounced on them both, hugging them tightly by their neck.

"I missed you both a lot!" Ansh barely whispered against their shoulder.

"We missed you too, Champ!"

"Oh! So no one missed me?" Shivaay asked, faking his jealousy.

"I missed you!" Rudra exclaimed and quickly jumped-hugged Shivaay while Om and Ansh just watched his antics.

"Sometimes, I feel as though Ru is the youngest member not you Ansh!" Om expressed his thoughts as they looked on at how Rudra was trying to convince Shivaay that he truly missed him with tight hugs and kisses as well.

"I totally agree O Chachu!" Ansh agreed and they hi-fied each other.

Soon, Shivaay left for his office while Ansh took the day off as his Chachus were back in town and they had promised something for him this time around. The picture of Ansh's mother.

"O Chachu! Make it quick! Please!" Ansh impatiently pleaded in Rudra's arms.

"Just a minute Champ. I had put it inside this bag only!" Om was rummaging the bag when Rudra began taunting him to do his own packing next time. Ever since a particular worker called Chulbul entered the Oberoi Mansion, everything related to Om was handled by him. It sometimes made Rudra wonder if his brother Om's orientation had changed. His doubts were confirmed when Om had asked Chulbul to follow him to New York the following week, citing that he would be needing his help in New York.

"I swear Champ, your Om Chachu has some serious orientation problem!" Rudra whispered softly into Ansh's ear meanwhile Om had had to call up Chulbul as he was unable to locate that picture of Anika Bhabi which he had properly secured when his brother did a massive removal of everything related to Anika.

Just then, Ansh noticed a tiny square corner peeking out from the poetry book that Om had threw carelessly on the bed. He slide down from Rudra's arms onto the bed and crawled towards the book on the bed. As soon as he pulled it out, he gasped in surprise.

"Wow! You found it!" Both Om and Rudra exclaimed in joy as they say next to him by either sides.

"Ansh, this is your mother, Anika! And Anika, this is your son, Ansh!" They made a formal introduction between the photo and the little boy.

"But Chachus, this is my Angel!" Ansh exclaimed.

"What?!"

"The Angel! My Angel! The one that comes to my room every night after I sleep! She holds me close, sings me songs and makes me sleep properly!" Ansh squealed as he jumped on the bed realizing that all this time, his mother was just there, with him.

"Every night?" Rudra asked surprised.

"Yes, Chachus! She comes by the window! I'll always pretend to be asleep and then she'll come, around 11 and lay down next to me! Sing me songs! And then put me into bad properly!" Ansh animatedly began explaining everything to his Chachus.

"Ansh's Mumma is Ansh's Angel!" Ansh squealed yet again and left the room with Anika's picture.

"Do you really think Bhabhi comes to his room everyday, through the window? Or its his dream or something perhaps?" Rudra asked.

"Ru, he recognized her right away despite never having seen her in his life. And Anika Bhabhi is crazy! She might do that! I don't doubt it!" Om voiced out his opinion.

"So, our mission seems to be much easier than its supposed to be, isn't it?" Rudra asked.

"Apparently!" Om smiled at his baby brother who was grinning already.

***

That night, Ansh rushed into his room right after dinner, surprising all the three brothers. Ansh had always enjoyed his TV time with his Ru Chachu since both of them like making commentary on whatever they watch.

Another bad habit which he inherited from his mother, Shivaay sighs every time when he does something just like Anika. Right before his sigh was over, Ansh was standing in front of him with his quilt in his hand.

"Another habit from the mother!" Shivaay sighed inwardly.

"Medium or high?" Shivaay asked, just to be sure as his son's preference changes everyday.

"Make it high temp today!" Ansh grinned as he settled next to Rudra.

Anika always, without fail warms up her duvet and comforter before going to bed. She loves the warmness that radiates from it, especially when it's nearing the winter. Likewise his mother, Ansh also grew the habit of warming up his quilt every night. Shivaay tried to change it and make him not addicted to it, but it was all in vain. As much as Ansh was Anika's son, he was that much Shivaay's son as well! It was so obvious that Ansh would have inherited some qualities from his father as well. The best and the worst quality is that 'what Ansh wants, Ansh gets it'.

As Shivaay threw his son's quilt into the dryer and adjusted the temperature accordingly for 25 minutes, he went nostalgic for a moment.

"Anika yaar! It's already so warm today and you heated up this duvet? What's wrong with you?" Shivaay asked as he removed the quilt from himself, annoyed. Period.

"What is wrong with you, Shivaay? You know that I can't sleep without a warm duvet or comforter! Then why do you even ask? And, you knew about this even before our marriage! So, if you have a problem, then get yourself another duvet! Now, don't disturb me! I want to sleep before the duvet loses its warmness!" Anika roared angrily at him.

"Don't be angry, na! I'm sorry!" Shivaay held both his ears, asking for an apology from his angry wife.

Even though reluctant at first, Anika eventually forgave him and have him a huge, 'khidkithod sa' smile!

"May I?" Shivaay asked as he tugged on the duvet.

"Come in quick and don't disturb. I want to sleep already!" Anika informed him sternly as she lifted one corner of her duvet to allow him inside her 'home'.

"By the way, Anika, if the duvet's warmness radiates away, then don't worry! I'm there to give you my warmness!" Shivaay whispered against her hair, making her gasp in shock and hit his arms.

"Cheapde!" She cursed as she drift into her dreamland.

A chuckle escaped from Shivaay as he reminisced one of his thousand beautiful memories with her!

"I hate you, Anika!" He gritted through his teeth.

Ansh was very much excited to have his warmed up quilt and rushed to his bed right away. Only Om and Rudra knew the actual reason behind their nephew's excitement! He's finally going to meet his mother, knowing that its his mother!

Once Ansh was properly tucked in, Shivaay turned off the lights in his room and left to spend some quality time with his brothers before they had to return to their mansion.

* * *

"I must have come to bed so early! Mumma always comes after 11. After Papa sleeps! God! Ansh! Why are you so stupid!" Ansh began self-cursing himself.

Having no idea on how to pass his time without falling asleep, Ansh took out a book and began reading it. Reading wasn't his favourite thing to do. His gadgets are his life, but Shivaay's no gadgets in bedroom left him with no other choice but to read. Ansh was almost going to finish his book when he heard a metal clinking sound by his window.

"Mumma is here!" Ansh beamed and quickly laid back on his bed, pretending to be asleep.

Then, he heard the squeaking sound of his window opening and a pair of foot landing on his carpeted floor. His heartbeat began rising along with the shuffling sound of the footsteps towards him. He felt the corner of his bed dipping and a very familiar touch on his forehead.

"Hi Ansh!" That voice whispered, as always!

Ansh knew that its now or never. He swiftly moved his hands to hold his mother's hand which was on his forehead tightly and brought it down to hug it tightly. Anika's heart squeezed when she saw what her son did. She tried freeing her hand from her son's clutches, but it vain. Just then, Ansh opened his eyes and said the exact words that Anika thought she would never get hear.

"Mumma!"

Anika gasped upon hearing the endearment which her son just used. Without wasting any more second, she engulfed her son tightly in her embrace. Nothing else mattered to her anymore than having her son back in her life. No matter what she had to pay for it, she would want to be in her son's life. It's her son too. But, what about Shivaay? What will he do when he finds out about her newly made intentions? She's at least being able to meet her son every night by sneaking in. If he got to know about this, then there was no other way she could meet her son.

"Ansh..." his name came out as a mere whisper from her mouth.

"Mumma!" Ansh called her out again as he tightly hold on to her.

"You are really here! I thought you were my guardian angel who watches me at night!" Ansh grinned.

Anika chuckled amidst her tears by the way her son was talking. He might look exactly like Shivaay, but he's just Anika from the within.

"Who told you about guardian angles and all, huh?" Anika asked while wiping her tears off.

"Papa?"

"Nah! Papa doesn't believe in angels. He said it was monster watching over me so I should never open my eyes and look at it else that monster will take me with it forever!"

"That Baghad Billa!" Anika scoffed and gasped at the way Shivaay had petrified this little kid.

"But still, you opened your eyes and looked at me, didn't you? Weren't you afraid?" Anika asked him as she began caressing his soft brown curls.

"Nah! I know you're not a monster. You're pretty like an angel!" Ansh beamed.

"Angel?"

"Yes! Ansh's Angel!"

"You're my angel! Shivaay's Angel!" His voice played in her mind.

"But, how did you know it's Mumma, then?"

"O Chachu and Ru Chachu gave me your photo today! Here, see! You look so pretty!"

Anika took the photo from her son and looked at it. It was her photo from seven years ago, during their honeymoon trip in Vegas. Being the rebel lovers, who didn't get the permission to get married by their parents, Shivaay and Anika ran away to Vegas for a beach wedding and thence an impromptu honeymoon there. In that picture, she was in a cream, knee-length, sleeveless red floral dress. Her curls was let loose and she was smiling wide into the camera at the person who was taking the picture, being genuinely happy.

"Shivaay! Why are you being so unromantic, huh?" She asked.

"Unromantic? When?" He retorted, being surprised. He is many things, but unromantic was never one of them.

"Right now! Your wife is looking so drop dead gorgeous here and look at you! You're taking pictures of the scenery. Take a picture of me na, instead!" She pouted as he narrowed his eyes towards her.

"You?! And drop dead gorgeous?! Puhlease! You're no where close to that!" Shivaay exclaimed.

"You're so mean! I don't want to talk to you forever! Why did I even marry you? You're such a dork! Idiot! Stupid! Moron!" Anika went on.

"Shush, baby! Relax! I was just pulling your leg!" Shivaay pulled her closer towards himself and caged her around her waist while Anika struggled to release herself from his clutches.

"Relax! Biwi!" Anika blushed upon hearing the word which eventually made her stop the struggle. She scrutinized her nose and peek Shivaay from his chest.

"Stop being so cute, Biwi!" He whispered adding the redness to get cheeks.

"I might eat you up, right now!" He added as he tried to bite her nose.

Anika giggled away as she pushed away from him and laughed as she continued to skip a few steps and turned to see him, smiling wide taking her candid pictures.

Those were the best days of her entire lifetime! She was genuinely happy with him and whatever that they had. Unknowingly, a tear escaped her eyes as she recalled the memories which now will just remains as memories.

She was pulled back into reality when she felt a pair of tiny hands wiping off the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

"Please don't cry, Mumma! I love you!" Ansh whispered, engulfing her in a tight, bone-crushing hug.

"I love you too, baby! I love you too!" Anika chocked while holding him so close to her.

A little while later, Ansh broke the hug when she was no longer crying and cupped her face in his tiny palms. Anika almost got a whiff of what her son was up to, but she shrugged it off. Nevertheless, much to her surprise, I had actually planted a soft kiss on her forehead, just the way Shivaay used to do whenever she finished crying. It was a kiss which told her that no matter how weak you get, I'll always be there to hold you!

"Thank you Ansh! Listen baby, it's really late now. Sleep now, else you won't be able to wake up in the morning. Come sleep!" Anika instructed as she pulled the quilt over him.

"Mumma, it's so cold!" Ansh pouted.

"I'll increase the temperature, wait!"

"No Mumma! The quilt is so cold. Can you warm it up?"

"Sure, baby. Come!" Anika smiled as she took the quilt in her right hand and picked Ansh up in the other.

Anika was so grateful that night when she managed to sneak in and out of the room into the laundry room, no one had caught her. After tucking Ansh into the bed and singing him his favourite lullaby, Anika left his room just the way she came in.

* * *

A few days later, while their usual breakfast routine Ansh imposed quite an unexpected question to Shivaay.

"Papa, can we take a flight to Mumbai today?" He asked innocently as he munched on his cereals while rocking his leg in the air as it didn't reach the ground from the chair he was seated on.

"Mumbai? Today? Champ, what's with this unusual demand?" Shivaay chuckled as he settled down in front of Ansh after removing his apron.

"Let's give Mumma a surprise!" Ansh grinned.

"What?" His forehead creased as he heard that from his son.

"Surprise Papa! Like she does!" Ansh beamed.

"Ansh, what are you talking about?" Shivaay asked, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Oh God! Why did you gave me such a dimwit Papa?! Papa! I'm talking about Mumma. I'm talking about giving a surprise to her! And, I want you to talk to her, make her work here. I miss her Papa!" Ansh kept ranting as he played with the cornflakes, completely oblivious of his father's changed facial expressions.

"We bring her here for my school annual day. Then Stefan will no longer bother me. Mumma will teach lesson to all those bullies. Sera will be able to meet my Mumma. She will play with us. Oh God! It will be so much of fun! Let's go Mumbai na Papa!" Ansh finally looked up from his cornflakes bowl.

"Go to your room, Ansh!" Shivaay spoke in such a tone which Ansh had had never heard before.

"Papa?"

"I said, go to your room!" Shivaay voiced out again in the same dangerous tone.

Though Ansh had fail to recognize the tone that his father was using on him, he still had decided to try his luck one more time, assuming it will be normal this time around. Little did that poor kid knew that he was actually pulling out the beast in his father. That beast which never got unleashed in front of him before this.

"Papa, will we be flying..."

"Shut up, Ansh! Just shut up! There's no Mumma for you! You're not lucky enough to have her! I was the one who was here for you all the time. It's just you and me, do you get that? I'll come for your Annual day like usual and whoever that bully is, I'll handle him. You don't need your Mumma. She's not needed! You get that?" Shivaay had roared it all out at the little boy.

Om and Rudra who just woke up due to Shivaay's loud roar stood uprooted by their room door.

Ansh on the other hand, was completely startled by the sudden change of his father. He began to whimper, as he got down from the chair and ran into his room, banging the door behind. After a loud thud of the door banging against its pane, the only sound that broke the after storm silence was Ansh's sobs. They were muffled by his Huggy Buggy but still loud enough to penetrate out of the room.

Shivaay realized the blunder he made only after hearing his son's sobs. What had he done? He had never even used a strict tone on Ansh. Ansh never gave him the chance to do so too. He had always been the well-mannered, smart and sweet child. Today, Shivaay had broken his son's little heart. Though unknowingly, still he did it and that too because of that very person whom he hates the most. Anika.

After that little unexpected outburst, Shivaay tried to get to Ansh. He had wanted to do a slow talk to Ansh as per Om and Rudra's advice, but it all had failed terribly. Ansh didn't even open the door for his father and yelled back that he doesn't want to talk to him.

"Fine! Don't talk! Your nanny will be here in like about 5 minutes. I'm leaving first. Behave while I'm gone Ansh. Even O Chachu and Ru Chachu won't be here. Eat on time and don't forget to do your homework." Shivaay left his home after giving the instructions of to-do and not to-do to Ansh.

"He only knows how to instruct!" Ansh sniffed his nose and walked up to the kitchen.

Even if the whole world is falling, there's one thing that will keep him happy! That is food! Junk food especially. Desserts as well. Reaching out for a packet of Oreos kept on the shelf, Ansh took the new bottle of peanut butter and settled in front of the TV. After turning on Spongebob Squarepants, his favourite cartoon, Ansh pulled his quilt around himself and settled for the day. This is where he will stay until his father returns.

"Ansh is on strike!"

Just then, his nanny, a high-school girl walked in.

"Hey, Ansh!" She greeted as she settled next to him.

"Hi, Britney!" Ansh greeted back with no enthusiasm at all.

"What's with your mood? Are you PMSing?" Britney chuckled.

"No Britney. You PMS. I don't!" Ansh replied.

"Alright! It's lunch time! Come, let's go eat!" Britney called him as she began putting the plates on the table.

As Ansh lazily shuffled into the dining room with his quilt still tightly wrapped around him, an evil idea made him grin.

"Britney, why are you setting up just one plate?" He asked.

"It's for you, Ansh. I've eaten already."

"Set another plate Britney. He's hungry too!"

"He? He, who?" Britney asked, slightly afraid.

"Daniel!"

"Who's Daniel, Ansh?"

"The boy who came from my wardrobe last night. He said he lives there!" Ansh said in an indifferent tone, while inwardly smirking at how wonderfully his plan was working.

"He lives in your wardrobe?" Britney stammered, trying to interpret what Ansh had just told her.

"Yes! Oh, there he is!" Ansh exclaimed all of the sudden, pointing out at an empty space in the living room.

Just then, a nearby vase fell off and footsteps were heard. That was more than enough to what Britney can take. It literally had freaked her out and she left the house running, leaving Ansh behind. She hadn't even grabbed the sling bag which she brought and just took her phone.

Ansh was having a hearty laughter as she dashed out of the house. He never knew that his plan would work perfectly like that. Right then, he felt a pair of hands snaking around him, pulling him into a tight hug along with some tickles.

"Mumma!" Ansh beamed as he engulfed and hold on to her tightly.

Anika broke the hug urgently and cupped his face, taking a closer look at him. She was expecting at least a tint of sorrow but all she saw was happiness in her son's eyes. Maybe it was there because of the joy of meeting his mother at an unusual time.

"Papa scolded you badly?" Anika asked him right away.

Ansh just nodded, remembering the most terrifying moment of his entire life time.

"I'm so sorry Ansh! It's all because of me..."

"Oh God! Mumma! It's okay! Papa is just mad. He's such a... what that word... ya, Baghad Billa!" That made Anika chuckle. Ansh is just the exact carbon copy of her.

"By the way, why did you scare her away? I feel really bad for her!"

"Offo Mumma! Britney is so annoying you know! She does so much of drama. Do you know, she even flirts with Papa." Ansh keeps her informed.

"Really?" Anika asked surprised.

Ansh nodded vigorously, proving his point to his Mumma.

"Deserves her right, then!" Anika scoffed.

Both the mother and son duo exchanged looks and giggled. How dare she flirts with Shivaay! Just then, Shivaay barges into the house in a hurry, calling out Ansh's name. The mother and son duo were still looking at him in shock while the sight in front of him froze Shivaay. Even if it was always his dream to have his family complete and together but that sight was also a nightmare for him. He tried blinking several times, just to ensure that he wasn't dreaming again. He doesn't want to wake up once again with Anika disappearing in his arms. He was just too lost to be able to interpret what was going on with him. Has he started hallucinating?

"Papa!" Ansh called out to him for the nth time, in a louder voice, breaking the trance Shivaay was getting lost in.

Anika on the other hand was afraid now. She couldn't think of anything else apart from Ansh when OmRu had informed her about Ansh being scolded badly by beastly Shivaay. All that she wanted to do was to meet her son and be assured that he was fine. The possibility of running into the man she's always loved didn't even occur to her.

And now, here they stand, in front of each other. After 5 long years, with their son in between them.

"Shivaay!" She whispered.

"Anika!" His mere whisper was hardly heard.

Ansh stood amidst his parents, looking from his father to his mother continously, not understanding what was going on between them.

-To be continued-