Corporate Prince

Chapter 68: What is Love?

Author Note: Hey! Sorry for being a day late. It's taking me a bit to get back into the swing of things. I could have updated yesterday, but it would have been a tiny chapter. I figure I'd just give myself one more day so I could do a full chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 68:

What is Love?

Little Seto stood in the kitchen, glaring up at the top of the fridge. He'd seen his mother hide a package of cookies at the top last night. Currently, he was debating the best way to get at them. Should he ask his father? He'd probably say no. Should he black mail his dad with something? That would probably just get him in time out. Ok, then. The only way to go about it was to help himself then. Seto took the step stool and tried to reach the top, but couldn't. Propping his foot up on the counter, he tried to stand on it but ended up slipping. He let out a yelp as he grabbed onto the fridge door handle. The door swung open and sent him flying across the kitchen floor.

He slid to the other side of the room. As he sat up, he rubbed his head. There was a small lump forming on it. A shadow fell across him. Seto tried to smile innocently as he looked up at his father, who was staring down at him.

His father let out a long, loud sigh. "What were you doing?"

"Um, noooothing." Seto gave him his best innocent smile.

"Time out."

Seto jumped up and glared at him. "Why?"

"You were trying to steal your mother's cookies, weren't you?" He's father's eye twitched as he gave him a hard smile.

"Where's your proof?"

His dad bent over so that they were almost nose to nose. "Time. Out."

Seto pouted but gave up and left the kitchen. He went to his father's recording studio and plopped down into a tiny chair that was facing the corner. He crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath. It didn't take long for his father to return to the studio and to continue working on the song he was writing. Seto hated time out. It was a waste of time. Eventually, his dad turned to him, and Seto was released from his prison.

"So, what did you do wrong?" His father asked him.

"I got caught."

His dad put his head in his hand and let out an annoyed sigh while Seto grinned sheepishly.

"Seto."

"Fine. I tried to take mom's cookies.... Why doesn't she have to share?" Seto grumbled.

His father just shook his head and went back to working on his song. Seto walked over and looked at the computer his father was working on.

"My First Love." Seto read aloud.

"Oh? You've learned to read that much already?" His dad smiled at him and Seto huffed.

"Of course. Why is it a first love? Is the song about your mom and dad?" Seto asked.

His father gave him an awkward grin. "No. This is about romantic love, not familial. I'm writing this song about your mother and I."

"Did you not love your mom and dad?"

"What? Yeah, I did—"

"Then how could it be your first?"

His father sighed again. "You are the most nitpicky six-year-old on the planet."