"Daddy, you can't make Mommy mad!" Ian turned his head away in a huff. "If Daddy makes Mommy mad, then a good daddy becomes a bad daddy, and Ian doesn't want a bad daddy!"
Ethan Shaw's voice was tinged with guilt. "I'm sorry, Ian. It's all Daddy's fault. It will never happen again. You can help Mommy keep an eye on me, okay?"
Ian turned back, a smile finally gracing his face, revealing the distinct dimples on his cheeks. "It's a promise! Daddy can't lie to Ian!"
Ian then peered behind the door, asking with confusion, "Where's Mommy? Where is she?"
"Um... Mommy's a little tired. How about I bring the breakfast in to her?"
"Can Ian go in and see Mommy? Ian can give her a back rub."
Ethan Shaw shook his head. "She's already asleep. She probably doesn't want to be disturbed. How about you come see Mommy later?"
Ian nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Daddy. You have to take good care of Mommy."
