Bram sighed. He hugged Briel affectionately. His daughter was very sensitive. Immediately Bram felt sorry, he didn't mean to shout at Briel. He reflexively shouted for fear that his towel would fall off in front of Briel. He would be ashamed to death if Briel saw him in a state of only wearing underwear.
"Dad isn't angry. Dad accidentally shouted. Briel knows, Dad loves Briel. Dad can't scold Briel," said Bram.
Briel looked at Bram.
"So Dad isn't mad at Briel?" asked Briel.
"Of course not," said Bram, then kissed Briel's round cheek, making Briel smile.
"Can Briel sleep with Dad? With Mommy too?" asked Briel.
"Mommy?" asked Bram, confused.
"Yeah, Mommy Clara, she's Briel's new Mommy isn't she?" asked Briel innocently.
Bram chuckled. A moment later, he fell silent. He remembered his plan with Clara that tonight would continue their delayed make love last night.
"Em... Doesn't Briel want to just sleep here?" asked Bram.
