"Mommy," a 6 year old Baekhyun whined quietly as they walked through the mall, "Mama, we should go home..." Zitao turned his head to the side and looked down at his son.

"And why is that, honey?" Baekhyun was about to open his mouth when his mother gasped. "There's the store!" Zitao said brightly, hurrying forward a little. Worried, Baekhyun grabbed onto Zitao's purse and slowed down, trying to pull his mother to a stop. He did. Zitao turned around, confused, "What, sweetie?"

"Mama," Baekhyun said more firmly this time, pointing at the 5 shopping bags already in Zitao's hands, "you're spending too much..." The small boy's face fell a bit, "I don't want Daddy to get mad at you again..."

Zitao's eyes softened and he knelt down next to his son, cupping his face, "I'm sorry, baby, I understand. You wanted to go? We can go," he smiled when Baekhyun gave a relieved nod. "Besides," he continued, chuckling, "your dad will forgive me no matter what."