Knoa sat on the table, wagging his feet below. His little hands hovered on the table as though he was wiping or drawing something, but his eyes were always darting to his omega's father who was helping his Daddy with washing the dishes.
He heard his alpha father speak, reprimanding his hard-headed Papa, "Get out of here, Knox Arden. Let me do this."
His frail and pretty father would answer sternly, "Really? Look at this one, it's chipped after it slid from your hand. Can you wash them without cracking them? Besides, why are you insisting on washing them manually? You have a functioning dishwasher!"
Azrael laughed at his lover's baffled face. He puckered his lips and answered naughtily, "Our son is watching. They say a man looks cool in the kitchen, but he's cooler when he's on the sink wearing an apron and gloves while scrubbing utensils."
Laughter echoed in the dining hall.
