With the advent of the child, your cozy nest with Leon has undergone significant changes. Starting with the sterility of every room where the fragile foot stepped, ending with the way you were talking now. In order not to set a bad example for your own child, you had to exclude all swear words and similar words from the usual vocabulary. You coped with this task perfectly, but hubby, who was used to describing his emotions in rude expressions and vivid words, sometimes forgot himself. However, he immediately slapped himself on the lips and looked down at his child, who was contorting a joyful and amazed face.

Emma was playing with a spoon, banging it on the table and demanding breakfast. You cooked a separate breakfast for the baby, because she hadn't grown up to steak yet. Leon, dancing with a frying pan next to him, conjured breakfast for you. The smell of juicy meat mixed with spinach and spices penetrated into the nose, causing the mouth to fill with an abundance of saliva.

"Shit!" — Leon cursed, jumping away from the frying pan and waving a red burnt finger in the air.