–Damon–
I watched as my wife and son ate the food I made.
They both raised their thumbs in approval while I sat there, observing them. My wife leaned in and fed me a bite of the sandwich.
It tasted good.
The mango balanced the saltiness perfectly.
"That's enough, Sky." I wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"More," he insisted, pointing at the deep-fried sweet potatoes.
I gave him one more.
"That's the last one," I told him firmly, then shifted my gaze to my wife. "Now eat the rest, lady."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me—but she obeyed anyway.
She finished everything.
As for my son—he didn't have a choice but to stop.
I handed him water, and he drank eagerly before letting out a loud burp, grinning up at both of us.
I laughed, patting his head.
After that, I helped him wash up and guided him through brushing his teeth. Once done, I set him down, and he immediately dashed out of the bathroom.
"Mama! Kiss!"
I heard exaggerated kissing sounds.
