Wesley had heard noises at the door while he was having sex with Blair.

But he was too focused to stop and take a look. He didn't expect his son to barge in Like this.

Wesley immediately covered them with the quilt. Crying, Gifford stood next to the bed and tried to lift the quilt off his parents.

"I won't love you anymore, Daddy! How could you bully Mommy Like that?" he cried.

Embarrassed, Blair grabbed the quilt tightly to stop him from Lifting it. Gifford, on the other hand, wanted to drive Wesley out of the bed, so he kept tugging at the quilt.

Since Blair was pregnant, Wesley hadn't had the chance to have sex with her for a long time. He had pleaded with her for so long, and she had finally agreed. Yet, their romantic moment was interrupted by their only son. Wesley was so mad, and Gifford's cries made him even angrier.

He threw back the quilt and began to put on his pajamas in front of his son.

Gifford, who had been crying nonstop, raised his head. When he saw his naked father, he was shocked and lowered his head to look at his own.

He stopped crying.

"Daddy's willy is so terrifying! Mine is cuter, ' he thought.

In order to not wake up the elders, Wesley closed the bedroom door. He had no idea that his son was secretly feeling sorry for him.

‘Does Daddy feel inferior because of his horrible willy? I feel bad for him now. I better continue to love him. The little boy was deep in thought.

"You little devil! Why are you awake in the middle of the night?"

Wesley asked and patted Lightly on Gifford's head. He didn't use much strength, and the boy was too indulged in his own thoughts to respond

Blair thought that her son was too terrified by what he had seen. She put on her night gown and got out of bed.

"Gifford, are you all right?

Daddy wasn't bullying Mommy. He was..." Her voice trailed off; she didn't know how to explain the situation to a three-year-old.

After considering it for a while, she finally came up with an excuse

“Mommy wasn't feeling well, and Daddy was giving me a massage."

“Daddy, are you feeling bad?" Gifford asked. He was actually asking whether Wesley was feeling bad because of his abnormal willy.

“Of course, I am. Next time, you must knock before entering our room!"

Wesley said in a serious tone. He didn't know why his son had asked whether he was feeling bad, but he was definitely feeling bad at that moment .

Gifford nodded his little head.

Wesley asked Blair to get some rest, and he took the little boy to his bedroom.

The moment Gifford got into bed, he said, "Daddy, I'm hungry." He decided to give some of his snacks to his dad to comfort him. ‘He must be feeling horrible every day. I should try to comfort him with delicious food.'