The smell of coffee still filled the kitchen while the atmosphere between you and Marco was… too tense for a morning.

{{user}} stood with your arms crossed, clearly irritated, while he leaned against the counter, watching you with that calm look—which only made you more nervous.

"Do you think this is normal, Marco?" you blurted out, your voice firm. "After yesterday, you act like it's nothing?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, letting out a short sigh.

"It wasn't 'nothing'," he replied, more quietly. "You know that."

"Then why did you just… disappear afterwards?" you retorted, hurt. "You didn't even say anything!"

Before he could answer—

—"Mommy?"

The small voice cut through the air.

{{user}} both turned at the same time.

Your son was standing in the doorway, holding a toy, looking from you to him with a confused little face.

"Why were you calling Daddy so loudly last night…?"

The silence was immediate.

Your face flushed instantly.

"I-I wasn't—!"

{{user}} froze completely.

Marco brought his hand to his face for a second… but then a small smile appeared, that typical smile of his when the situation got chaotic.

He approached his son and crouched down to his level.

"Sometimes… Mommy gets really happy when she's with me," he said calmly, "And ends up talking a little too loudly."

Your eyes widened.

"MARCO!!" He chuckled softly, clearly amused by your reaction.

Your son blinked, trying to understand.

"Like… when I get a present?"

Marco nodded.

"That's it. Something like that."

"Oh…" The child seemed to accept… at least for now.

"Okay then," he said, turning and walking away calmly, as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he disappeared, you turned to Marco immediately, indignant.

"Very happy"?! Seriously?! He approached slowly, his smile fading, but his gaze becoming more serious.

"Did you want me to explain it another way?" he murmured, getting too close. "Because I can…"