"Call me 'daddy' again."
"Daddy—"
"It's too soft."
The little boy clenched his fists and decided to swallow his pride!
"Daddy!"
"Can you be gentler?"
"Daddy…"
This was the scene witnessed by the woman when she entered the study room after preparing noodles.
Youyou, who standing in defeat before the man, looked crestfallen as he called weakly, "Daddy…"
"Daddy…"
The voice went softer than before each time.
The man was apparently enjoying the experience.
…
She was momentarily stunned.
When had this father-son pair been on good terms with each other?
She cleared her throat and gave a dry cough.
The little boy glanced sideways and, seeing her standing at the door, promptly straightened up. With a tender and adorable smile, he greeted, "Mommy!"
She crossed her arms and asked acquiescently, "What are you both… doing?"
The boy blushed at this question.
