"I won't allow you to keep it." YiFan told his son with no emotion laced in his voice, all dark and demanding.

ZiFan put his hand to his stomach and tears started to fall out of his eyes. "I won't allow you to kill it." He told his dad before he abruptly stood up and left the dinning room, storming up the stairs to his room.

ZiTao looked at his husband, with sad eyes and a little pout forming on his face. "Wasn't that too harsh?"

YiFan let out a chuckle and shook his head. "I'll show you harsh," after he said that, he got up from his seat and went to his son's room.