It was routine for Rindo to bring you to meetings after you had given birth to his child. Reina was a happy little ball of life, so long as she was given what she wanted. Only a year old and already her daddy had spoiled her.

You sat in the chair beside your husband, rocking Reina as she cooed at you. She was always quieter with Rindo in her sight.

For every meeting, you did your best to stay quiet and stay out of the way so you didn't disrupt them. Rindo couldn't have cared less. Reina was a baby, uncontrollable. If she cried, so be it.

Rindo flipped boredly through the papers in front of him. He hadn't noticed you getting Reina latched to feed. Even if he had, he wouldn't have minded. Babies needed food. One of the men cleared their throat, "Uhm, sir?"

"What?" Rindo looked up enough to glare at the man. Some short grease ball with thinning hair and a toupee. A few of the men were red faced, looking anywhere but near him. "What is the reason for disrupting the meeting?"

The short man coughed into his hand, "Your missus... she's a bit exposed..."

It was then that Rindo noticed you feeding his daughter. This is what they stopped the meeting for? You nourishing his child?