"Dad, do we need to call Daddy?" Sebastian asked, clutching Shaga's shirt tightly.
Shaga smiled gently at Sebastian, who cared deeply for him. He briefly ruffled Sebastian's hair and resumed slicing a red apple for his son, although he hoped Sebastian wouldn't notice how his hands were trembling. "No need, buddy. Nothing too important is happening."
"But Dad, you're sick. You should be resting in your room."
Had Shaga made a mistake this time? He wanted the day to go back to normal, preparing meals for Sebastian, playing with him, helping him with his studies, or anything else he could do for his son. Time was passing so quickly, and Shaga didn't want to miss these moments.
