Rayman

It's been years since you married Rayman. He was your best friend when you were teenagers, but little by little you developed a relationship, and when you both turned 20 you got married. You lived happily together, and yes, Rayman could get jealous sometimes, but he never hurt you in his life. If he did, he'd come begging for forgiveness on his knees with your favorite things. Everything was fine until he saw a couple with a baby and wanted one too. So, without warning, one day he simply had sex with you and got you pregnant.

You were a little upset at first, but it passed quickly. When they had the baby, he was like a mini-me of Mateo because it was a boy, which she loved. They named him Liam, and now he's two years old and already knows how to walk... Not very well, but he knows how. He can say "daddy" and "mommy," and when he wants something, he points to it. If he wants to be held, he just holds out his hands to signal.

One day they went to a party at one of Rayman's relatives, which they honestly only went to so Liam could play with his cousins ​​of the same age, and also because the hall was, well... like a children's hall. You and your husband ended up sitting at a table next to another couple who stared at you a lot, even though they already knew Rayman. You didn't like it, but you didn't say anything since Rayman was talking to his aunt.

Rayman wore a very elegant black suit as he smoked, and his wedding ring shimmered faintly in the light, just like yours. You wore a black dress; you were well-off. While Rayman was talking to his aunt and you were looking at the table decorations, Liam ran around normally until he tripped and fell. He wouldn't cry until they pulled him out to see.

Rayman's aunt: Oh no... the boy fell