What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

The Passing Evening

"Bahaha!!!" Sov has lost all manners, hitting the table.

I think she's comfortable with me around, but she's been pointing the heck out of Aslan since he arrived.

"The bed hair! The bed hair, I can't!" She's wiping tears at this point. El came back after he had used the bathroom, worried for his mom.

"Mom's gone weird again. Call Dad?" He peeks his head out, directing the question to his uncle, aka Aslan. Sov sniffed, holding the laugh in so hard. I'm still taken aback.

I guess this is a common chaotic ground.

"Mom's fine, baby. Bahah... I'm so... hahahah!! El, baby, let's go to daddy." Sov excused herself.

The last of her I saw was her hand, waving me goodbye, only because she couldn't word them. Her excuse? Because she's unable to surpass the laughter she no matter what.

Not really an excuse, to be honest.

However, before her departure, in between the moments, she mentioned how happy she was that Aslan had gotten the longest sleep since forever!

Aslan just stood there, uncomfortable but somehow also looking unbothered. He had paid no mind to the chaos... also barely minding me.

I followed his eyes and saw him staring at the sea, passing the fences. It's a beautiful sight; I was startled away from the view when he shifted to sit in the seat facing me.

Awkwardly, I looked around at the other seats and saw them empty. No one was around but the housekeeper who goes and comes, setting the new 'guest' his food and plates.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" He asked, grabbing his utensils and taking clean bites without betting me a glance.

I give an awkward smile. What do I have to complain about?

I'm so excited and trembling inside because Baby Daddy is literally in front of me, eating. I wish I could take screenshots with my eyes and file them to memory.

Despite that feeling, I'm just guilty since his son kept on crying, his cute, round, shiny eyes out, but only calms down when I'm near.

Only calms down when I hold him... Why?

"Never! I just feel unfit. It's beautiful here..." I look around and to the sea. It's true.

He nods, eating and minding his own business at this point.

He was concerneddddddd!

My mind started to not give a fuck anymore, minding its own business as my body was in control of my brain's obedience; kicking its leg around as the brain sang a song to keep it within rhythm... lala... lalaaa... lala... la... lalaa

I don't know how much I've been staring, but unless I'm in a dream too, Baby's Daddy is staring back at me with his spoon in the middle of being fed into his mouth, but it's just in the air, filled with soup.

"Have I, in any way, made you uncomfortable enough for you to kick me?" Aslan stares at me deep enough... enough to make my soul hear every echo of that voice. He didn't make any changes to how he said it, but the expression, so cold, shivers an echo to the words.

"What..." I feel my foot going forward and kicking something soft and boney.

"Oh gosh, my apologies! I'll excuse myself, I hope I didn't ruin your morning... Uh—ah, even... LUNCH! I hope I didn't ruin your lu—... evening... Afternoon! Excuse me!" I jerked away from the chair, ran off, but came back in shame with my head down to put the chair away before walking off in more shame.