Maya, looking a mature young woman in her 20s, stepped in and sat beside Kyle. She was still petite but radiated the aura of a mother.
Pushing the tray of snacks which included handmade cakes and cookies, she asked. "Big brother, when will we see you next time? I really tried to call you when both of them were born."
Kyle shook his head with a dismissive expression. "Don't ask him. That bastard doesn't even know if he'd be available tomorrow or not."
"…" Varian wanted to refute but it was too accurate to retort. "Son of a b—"
"Language! We have kids in the home." Maya quickly said before glaring at Kyle. "Why do you say the 'B' word? What are you teaching our kids?"
"It's just basta—ouch!"
"Language!"
Kyle looked at Varian with a helpless expression and the latter laughed with schadenfreude. "You deserve all the love, my brother."
