I am responsible for you

"Where's Avery?" Mrs. Park asked, her tone dripping with scorn as she and Mr. Park arrived at the dining table and took their seats.

"She's sick, so she's going to be a bit late," David explained.

"Sick? Really? What happened to her? Is it something serious? Should we call the family doctor?" James inquired, genuine concern in his voice.

"No, it's not that serious. She just woke up with a stomach ache this morning," David reassured his dad.

"Wow. You must have quite the touch, managing to get her pregnant within two days of marriage. Your business skills may be lacking, but your bed skills seem to be quite impressive," Alex smirked at David, a devilish glint in his eye.

"Must you always talk? Can't you keep quiet for once?" David retorted.

"What?" Alex slammed his hand resolutely on the table.

"Enough!" James interjected, his voice firm.

"No arguments at the breakfast table."

Both boys obeyed their father's command and began eating breakfast in silence.

"After breakfast, give me Ave