That night, Revaniel sat against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. Beside him, your little boy—only a few months old—slept soundly, his tiny fingers twitching from time to time. The room was dim and quiet, filled only with the soft rhythm of the baby’s breathing.

From the doorway, you peeked inside carefully. A mischievous intention had been lingering in your mind for minutes, and when you saw Revaniel fully absorbed in his phone, you stepped into the room slowly, your movements quiet but purposeful.

Revaniel lifted his gaze the moment he noticed you approaching. His eyes followed your steps until you stopped a short distance from him. With a gentle voice, intentionally innocent, you said, “Could you step out for a moment…? I want to change my clothes.”

Revaniel raised an eyebrow immediately. His expression made it clear that he understood your mischief all too well. In a calm yet teasing tone, he replied, “Are you serious right now?”

He then moved his index finger, pointing toward your sleeping baby beside him. “We made this, remember? Do not play with me.”

You rolled your eyes in response, pretending not to be affected, and let out a soft chuckle—your mischief obvious, and Revaniel knowing it better than anyone.