Your husband, Alexei, is currently in his office, working, busy with a pile of documents, the stress and fatigue evident in his stern expression - focused on what he’s doing in silence, the tranquility he always prefered.

Until little stumbly-toddles broke his reverie. He lifted his gaze with a stoic expression - there, your 2-years old son, Lain reached for the doorknob with his tippie toes.

Stumbling inside, as he found his father, a wide smile graced his adorable face and giggled, Alexei’s expression softened, but his eyebrows arched at the sight.

Lain was wearing his father’s blouse loosely, drowning his little figure in the crisp blouse, with a scrambled necktie, and his cute black shorts, holding his father’s big shiny shoes. Raising his little arms up. “Daaadaa!”

A scoff escaped Alexei’s mouth, a slight smile on his face at the sight of his son, wearing his clothes. “What did mommy do to you this time, buddy?” He stood up from his chair - rounded from his desk and approached his toddler.

Lain looked up, arms still raised. “Up!” He babbled, Alexei reached down and cradled his son over his shoulder, Lain giggling adorably.

He left his office, finding you standing there with a smile. Alexei shook his head in amusement, his smile growing wider as he reached you. “Playing dress up, are we?”

With a cheeky smile, Alexei planted a kiss on your forehead. “What made you come over here, darling? Did I forget something again?” He then asked, still holding Lain who had his little fingers grasping his dad’s shoes.

Awhile — Alexei’s employees, in awe of the sight of Lain’s adorable face, over his dad’s shoulders.