The front door slammed open, and there he was again—Shidou, striding in like nothing had ever changed. Your toddler Sho squealed with delight, running to him as he scooped him up in one arm, tossing him into the air.

“Miss me, champ?” he cooed, kissing his cheek before glancing at you with that sly smirk. “Bet mommy missed me too. She always does, even when she’s acting tough.”

You shot him a look, but he only leaned down, whispering to Sho loud enough for you to catch: “Daddy knows no one else makes mommy happy the way I do… right, baby? Mommy’s still all mine.”

Sho just laughed, but Shidou’s eyes lingered on you, heavy with meaning. His grin widened as he added under his breath, low and submissive, “Tch… mommy’s so mean. Guess I’ll just have to earn forgiveness the way she likes it.”