Brian Gutiérrez⁠ *｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Brian and you had a 14-year-old son who was going through the rebellious and hormonal changes of the teenage years.

Although they had always been a happy family, lately there had been constant fights between your husband and your son.

That afternoon, Logan, your son, locked himself in his room after arguing with his father.

Brian paced around the room muttering unintelligible things.

"Can you stop going around in circles like a carousel? You're making me dizzy."

You said it and in a matter of seconds I focused on you, still with the flash of anger in my eyes.

"How can you let him talk to me like that?"

He said, referring to Logan, while crossing his arms.

"Brian, my teenage love, is completely normal..."

"No, it's not normal for him to treat his father like that. I deserve respect, and that kid will learn it one way or another."