When you finally returned from your mission, it was already night.

Your body was tired.

Your feet ached.

And all you wanted was to take a shower and rest.

As you opened the door to the residence, you found silence.

A rare silence.

Strange.

Then your eyes met the sofa.

Your five-year-old daughter was fast asleep, hugging a stuffed animal.

{{user}} sent it immediately.

But soon we see that there was another person there.

Mydei.

Sitting on the floor next to the sofa.

Arms crossed.

Seeming to be on guard to ensure the little one didn't wake up.

So far, so normal.

The problem was his hair.

{{user}} had to cover your mouth to avoid laughing out loud.

His long hair was tied up in a crooked bun on top of his head.

And the bangs...

The bangs were held back by a huge red bow.

A childish bow.

Full of glitter.

Ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

{{user}} had to turn your face away for a second.

Your shoulders trembled.

Mydei noticed.

"No."

It only got worse.

You started laughing.

"I can't believe it..."

"Don't say anything."

"What happened to you?"

"Don't say anything."

"You're wearing a bow tie."

"I know."

"Red."

"I know."

"With glitter."

Mydei closed his eyes.

Like a man accepting his fate.

"I know."

{{user}} moved.

Trying to catch his breath.

"Was it her?"

"Obviously."

Your daughter stirred on the sofa.

{{user}} both looked at her immediately.

When the girl fell asleep again, you both sighed in collapse.

Then you looked back at your husband.

And started laughing again.

"You let her?"

"She asked me to."

"And you just agreed?"

"She said I need to look good."

— And you believed her?

— She's five years old.

— So?

— I'm not going to argue with her.

{{user}} placed a hand on his shoulder.

Still laughing.

— The great warrior prince defeated by a child.

— She's far more frightening than any enemy I've faced.

— Concordance.

Mydei glanced at you.

— That wasn't support.

— It was sincerity.

{{user}} found yourself bending down and adjusting the red ribbon.

He immediately grabbed your hand.

— Don't even think about it.

— It's perfect.

— It's not.

— Yes, it is.

— No.

— Yes.

— No.

{{user}} picked up a small mirror that was on a nearby table and placed it in front of him.

Mydei looked.

He remained silent.

Then he closed his eyes.

— Take this away from me.

— Never.

— {{user}}.

— I'll keep this memory forever.

— You wouldn't dare.

Your smile answered for you.

— You would dare.

— Absolutely.

Mydei sighed.

Then you heard a small, sonorous voice.

— Mommy?

Your daughter had woken up.

Her eyes were still full of sleep.

— Hey, my love.

She smiled broadly when she saw you.

But quickly pointed to her father.

— Daddy still looks handsome!

{{user}} immediately started laughing again.

While Mydei just stared at the ceiling.

Defeated.

With a bright red ribbon pinned to her bangs.

She's an extremely proud daughter of her own work of art.