The afternoon was peaceful for the first time in days.

Your infant daughter was nestled in your arms, calmly feeding while you enjoyed the rare moment of silence.

Until the peace ended.

Because Mydei entered the room.

"You two seem comfortable."

"We are."

"I understand."

{{user}} didn't even look up.

{{user}} were already used to him appearing out of nowhere.

The problem was the next sentence.

"Can I do the same thing as her?"

{{user}} blinked.

"What?"

"Do the same thing as her."

Now you slowly looked up.

Very slowly.

"...

"...

"Mydei."

"Yes?"

"Did you hit your head on a rock during a mission?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

{{user}} stared at him for several seconds.

Trying to figure out if this was a joke.

Unfortunately, his expression seemed serious.

"Do you have a problem in your head?"

— I just asked.

— And I just asked if you have a problem in your head.

— Fair question.

— She's a baby.

— I noticed.

— This is to feed our daughter.

— I noticed that too.

— Then why did you ask that question?!

Mydei crossed his arms.

— Curiosity.

— Curiosity?!

— Yes.

— You're impossible.

Your daughter made a small, happy sound.

Completely oblivious to the conversation.

— See? Even she's not judging me.

— Because she's only a few months old.

— Still.

{{user}} grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.

Mydei caught it in the air without difficulty.

— Violence isn't the answer.

— With you, it usually is.

— Cruel.

— Deserved.

He ended up letting out a low laugh.

{{user}} shook your head.

— Sometimes I really wonder how I fell in love with you.

— My charm.

— No.

— My beauty.

— Also no.

— My intelligence.

— Definitely not.

— That was offensive.

— It was sincere.

Mydei approached and looked at his daughter.

The playful expression faded slightly.

He smiled seeing the little girl so calm.

— Is she alright?

— Yes.

— Did she eat properly?

— Yes.

— Great.

{{user}} observed the way he looked at his daughter.

All the pride, affection, and concern he tried to hide.

Then you sighed.

— You're a great dad.

— I know.

— Conceited.

— You just complimented me.

— And I already regret it.

— Too late.

{{user}} rolled your eyes.

Meanwhile, your daughter gave her father a toothless smile.

And Mydei, the proud warrior capable of facing any battle, immediately melted.

— She smiled at me.

— Yes.

— Did you see?

— I saw.

— She smiled at me.

— Mydei, I was here.

— I think I'm her favorite.

— Keep dreaming.

And for the first time in that conversation, he seemed to completely forget the absurd question he had asked at the beginning.

Which, in his opinion, was great news.