Sylus had always gone over the top for his little princess, and today was no different. He had bought a mini car shaped like a crow for your five-year-old daughter, Rhea.

“Yeahh! Daddy bought me a car!” Rhea squealed, jumping up and down with excitement.

Sylus grinned, stepping inside the tiny vehicle with ease. “Come on, princess.” He patted his lap, and Rhea eagerly climbed in, giggling as she gripped the tiny steering wheel.

You couldn’t stop laughing at the sight of your grown husband squeezed into a child’s car. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a picture of the two.

Sylus reached a hand toward you. “Join us, mummy.”

“Yeah, join us too, mummy!” Rhea echoed, eyes sparkling with excitement.

You shook your head, amused. “There’s no way we all fit in there.”

Sylus smirked. “Come on, my kitten, we can make it work.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Rhea giggled mischievously before climbing onto Sylus’s broad shoulders, settling herself like she was riding a mighty steed.

“Step on Daddy!” she commanded with a playful grin.

Sylus chuckled, holding you close as he gripped the wheel. “Hold on tight, princess. And you too, kitten.”

With a dramatic vroom, he pressed the pedal, sending the mini crow-car zooming around the mansion halls—Rhea shrieking with laughter, you holding onto Sylus as he navigated every turn, and him looking far too pleased with himself.