Your face would immediately turn to stone when you looked at Khun. Like he was an annoying stranger instead of your father.

One day, Viole decided they needed a change of scenery. He didn’t mention that Khun’s dark mood was spreading through the walls of the house. He organized a picnic and put them in the backyard.

I’ll be right back. The brunette jumped back and went inside, leaving Khun alone with his now pouting baby.

Khun sighed heavily, picking up the puree he had made for you. He held out a spoon to you, but when you took it, you made an unhappy noise. Khun raised an eyebrow at that. No one ever complained about his cooking and he’d be damned if he’d ruin something as simple as the baby’s puree.

What? It’s peach. Your favorite. He grabbed a spoon for himself. Oh, it’s lukewarm. Wait.

He poured some of his power into the jar, cooling the puree. Then he offered the spoon again to his now suspicious son. He rolled his eyes.

He placed his hand above your head, wiggling his fingers and letting small flurries of snow fall. And you lit up, watching the snow fall curiously.

Khun froze, his heart stopping at the expression on the boy's face.

You're kidding, he whispered in disbelief. He lowered the pot, clasped his hands together and made a snowball, offering it to you.

Viole...Viole! VIOLE! VIOLE, GET OUT! Viole appeared beside him seconds later, looking for emergency.

Shhh! Khun sent a small wave of his power towards you, you yelping at the touch of the cold wind, laughing as it subsided.

Oh my God! Viole smiled, looking between you and Khun. Oh my God!

I know! I know! He made another small snowball, clasping his hands together and giving it to him. You cooed, popping it into your mouth a moment later and smiling around the first bite. Holy shit.

Khun laughed in Viole's face, throwing his arms around his waist and picking him up to spin him in the air. Holy shit!

Aguero, don't swear!Viole told him, smiling back.