"No, Finn! That's a sword! It's a sword baby!" Oliver exclaimed, holding out his index finger. He tried his best to hold the anger that bubbled in his stomach upon seeing his son's big confused eyes. He glanced at Ava who was seething at him for accidentally raising his voice at their son.Passing by her brother, Olivia tutted, "Way to crush your son's dreams, Ollie. Not cool."Oliver scratched his head, wondering why he looked like the bad guy. He glanced to his left when he felt a hand clamped on his shoulders. "You too?" he asked, when Maxen shook his head in disagreement.Rushing over to where his family was, Oliver tried to coax his son, but the little dumpling ignored him and buried his face in Ava's chest.Upon reaching the stables, the men were busy helping and teaching Finn to ride his new pony while the ladies found shelter under the big oak tree.