147 Lord Prescotts Last Will (1/2)
WINTER was upset after crying like a baby.
Well, technically, he was a baby right now. Still, it hurt his pride to cry like that. He was called the 'Ice Prince' in the past not just because of his dominant Mana.
He got that moniker because of his cool personality, too.
In the past, he was always calm and composed. He was aloof, mysterious, and indifferent. Definitely not a crybaby, okay?
God, this is so embarrassing.
He glared at his father.
It's your entire fault, Dad. You made me remember that I'm supposed to hate you. If you didn't made me upset, I wouldn't have cried!
He was sure that his father couldn't hear his thoughts.
So he was shocked when his dad glared back at him.
Okay, that's scary.
His mother, having noticed that his father was glaring at him, scolded her husband with another hit in the arm. ”Kiho, why are you glaring at our son?”
Heh. Serves you right, Dad.
His father didn't take his sharp glare off him. ”This little rascal is glaring at me so I have to glare back at him to assert my dominance.”
”You're so immature, Kiho,” his mother said. ”Give me back my little cinnamon roll.”
He was surprised when he saw his father pout like a child. Then, he obediently (and carefully) handed him back to his mother.
Dad never acted this way in the past.
Back then, if he was the ”Ice Prince,” his father was the ”Ice King.” Obviously. And that was because his father rarely showed emotions.
But now, Daddy makes different funny faces.
Well, that was a good thing.
”Winter,” his mother called him affectionately. When he turned to her, he saw her eyes sparkled in happiness. ”Mommy will give you a bath. I feel sorry that you had to be put in the incubator as soon as you were born. I know that Miss Luna gave you a light sponge back then. But I bet you still want a proper bath.”
Yes, Mommy, Winter answered in his mind. Thank you.
”Can I join you?” his father asked.
When his mother was about to answer, he ”cried” in protest.
”Oh, baby,” his mommy said while gently rocking him in her arms as if to pacify him. Then, she glared at his father. ”I think Winter got scared of you because you glared at him a while ago, Kiho. You should apologize to our son.”
”But that little rascal started it.”
”Kiho.”
”I'm sorry, Winter,” his father told him. ”Daddy has been childish.”
”Good boy,” his mother told his father affectionately. ”Thank you for apologizing to our son, hon.”
His father smiled.
And then, his parents kissed.
Winter pretended to yawn to have an excuse to close his eyes.
God, they're so flirty.
”Winter, baby, don't fall asleep yet,” his mother told him gently. ”Let's take a bath first, hmm?”
And so, Winter smirked at his father.
See you later, Dad.
***
KIHO was sure that the little rascal smirked at him.
And he also noticed that his son had an arrogant look on his little face. It was as if Winter was rubbing it in his face that Tilly was paying more attention to him.
A rival, Kiho thought to himself. A formidable rival has appeared.
And Winter was the only ”rival” that he would allow himself to lose to.
***
TILLY couldn't help but smile while putting little Winter's tiny clothes on him.
A while ago, Luna helped her give a bath to her little cinnamon roll. And after that, the witch also gave her a bath that would apparently help her body recover faster. According to Luna, she was amazed that she could stand and move just a few hours after she gave birth.
To be honest, she still felt numb until now. She couldn't feel physical pain. Maybe it was because the pain of losing her father was the most painful thing that happened to her in this lifetime.
”You look so pretty, my little cinnamon roll,” Tilly gushed, then she gently touched his smooth cheek while looking at her son's little face. She would never get tired of looking at his big, round golden eyes. ”Winter, please don't be scared of your daddy. Kiho had a rough life before we came into his life. But despite that, he's trying his best to live an honest and decent life for us. He's not perfect but I assure you, his heart is in the right place.” She held his tiny hands and gently squeezed them. ”Your father loves us, Winter.”
It seemed like Winter understood her because he smiled lovingly at her.
”Gosh, your dimples are really pretty,” she said in a happy voice, then she suddenly felt sorry for his son when she realized that his small clothes were still a little too big for him. And that was because her baby was too small. ”Winter, Mommy is sorry for giving birth to you so early.”
Fortunately, Luna assured her that Winter, despite being born prematurely, was healthy thanks to the Mana that he absorbed from Kiho.
”But don't worry, baby,” she assured her son. ”Daddy and I will make sure to give everything and anything you need for you to grow healthier.”
Her son giggled, then he raised his little arms as if he wanted her to carry him again.
Of course, she obliged. It kind of made her sad that her little cinnamon roll was too light even for a baby. But still, she was grateful that Winter was alive.
That they survived that night.
”Father would have been happy to meet you, Winter,” she whispered in a sad voice. ”Lord Prescott, your grandfather, was a great man.”
Winter's smile faded, the he reached for her face.
Ah, her little cinnamon roll was trying to comfort her.
She smiled at her son. ”Thank you, Winter.”
A few moments later, she heard a knock on the door. Then, when the door opened, Kiho entered the room.
Her husband looked delighted to see her and their son.
”Hi,” she greeted her husband when she stood up. ”Hon, I think our Winter is no longer afraid of you.”
”Really?” Kiho asked, surprised. ”Can I carry him?”
”Of course,” she said, then she turned to their son. ”Baby, your daddy is going to carry you, okay? Please don't be afraid of him.”