After breakfast, he expected his father to pull him into work, instead, it was his mother who made the first move. She linked her arm with his before he could escape.
"We're going out."
He blinked and looked down at the arm wrapped tightly around his.
"...We are?"
"Yes... I wish to bond with my child."
Helther looked suspiciously amused. His father quietly returned to his reports without attempting a rescue. Everyone in the family knew what going out together meant.
"What about everyone else's work?"
His mother dismissed the concern with a wave.
"They'll survive."
"What about yours? I remember you mentioning your swampt with reports from the academy."
"I delegated them to someone else."
"You?"
"I can skip work once in a while."
"..."
Neither son looked convinced. She narrowed her eyes.
"Are you questioning your mother?"
Both immediately shook their heads.
"Not at all."
"Never."
"Good."
She smiled brightly.
"Now come, son. Take a walk with mother."
