"Dad!"
"Papa!"
Zephyr was greeted by his two adorable kids as he returned to his luxurious house after his early morning jog.
It had become his ritual to go out every morning on a jog, passing through the town and greeting everyone present there. It served as a way to maintain a good relationship with everyone in his hometown, thus maintaining his humble image.
He also found it to be a good way to clear his head and bathe in gratitude for being able to enjoy such a nice life.
"Haha! You runts were waiting for me again, weren't you?" He grinned at the two angels he had in front of him.
The older one was a girl called Margaret, and she took after her mother a lot. As for the youngest member of their family, his name was Mark, and he took after Zephyr. They were six and three years old respectively, so their 'child status' still held up.
