Noah and Emily arrived home, the moment they walked in, Emily spotted their dad sitting in the living room. Without hesitation, she ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Dad!" she exclaimed, beaming with excitement. "Let's go wash our hands, Noah got food for us!"
David looked up at Noah, who stood in the doorway, smiling softly at the scene.
He shook his head slightly, pretending to be exasperated but couldn't hide the fondness in his eyes.
"Alright, alright," David said, standing up and taking Emily's hand. "Let's go wash our hands first."
Emily practically dragged her father to the bathroom, her excitement brimming.
After washing their hands, she sprinted off to her room, eager to change into her comfy pyjamas, her energy seeming unrestrained.
A few minutes later, she reappeared, dressed in her favourite Kurumi pyjamas, and jogged toward the kitchen with an excited grin.
