"You have to finish it, honey.."

He sighed and pointed at the work scrolls scattered on your desk. He had one hand rubbing your back as he desperately tried to convince you to work.

He had you on his lap, making you work on your work when you tried to distract yourself, now you were trying to talk yourself out of it. He was getting irritated now. He grabbed your chin while you tried to talk more.

"Do your work."

He spoke sternly to you, letting go of your chin and watching you work.