The boy's feet pounded up the stairs frantically. Bella rushed and got to her door, just as she pulled a sundress over her head. Jack rushed into her room, his eyes scanning the room frantically.
"Jack, baby, what's wrong?" she asked, innocently.
"Mom!" he screeched. "Who clothes are downstairs on the floor?!"
"Mine?" she responded, sounding more like a question.
"Not all of them. There are a dude's pants and shoes." He narrowed his eyes at his mother. "Are you cheating on Dad?! Mom! How could you?!"
The sound of something knocked over in the bathroom drew Jack's attention. His eyes widened.
"Is there someone in there?" he whisper-yelled.
Bella bit her lip and tried not to laugh as the boy stalked over to the door.
"Come out, now," Jack called out. "If not, I'm calling my Grandpop. He has a gun!"