"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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The blue Audi pulled to a stop at the right corner of the school's large gate. Hermione opened the passenger door and stepped out, closely followed by Nedvar, who was frowning in irritation. She acted as though she hadn't noticed his expression, keeping her own gaze forward.
Hermione walked through the gate, nodding and smiling as she greeted the front desk teacher. Nedvar trailed behind her, visibly frustrated but silent. They both paused near the lobby, waiting for the children to emerge in orderly lines.
Hermione's face lit up with a wide smile as she spotted Ethan carefully stepping down the stairs. Nedvar instinctively moved closer to her, standing so close that she felt a small surge of warmth, despite his quiet mood.
Ethan's eyes brightened as he noticed his parents. He waved goodbye to his teacher and ran toward them, his little face full of excitement. With a delighted squeal, he threw his hands in the air, reaching up to his father.
"Dada! Nice surprise!" he cheered, his small arms wrapping around Nedvar's neck. His joy was infectious, and Nedvar's stern demeanor softened as he smiled back at his son.
"Mama, can we have ice cream today?" Ethan asked, shifting his gaze toward Hermione, his eyes full of hope.
Hermione nodded immediately, ready to indulge him, but Nedvar shook his head, trying to reason with the little one. "You already had this week's ice cream yesterday, remember?" he explained, his voice gentle but firm.
Ethan's face scrunched up, a tiny groan escaping him. "Nooo, Dada!" he protested, his voice rising in a small tantrum. "Please, Mama!"
Nedvar sighed, determined to stay consistent. "You just got over a cold, Ethan. Maybe not today."
Hermione cut him off, rolling her eyes as she playfully swatted his arm. "Oh, come on, Nedvar. When he wants ice cream, he gets ice cream," she said, her tone final. Nedvar's brows furrowed as he led them back to the car, slightly annoyed at how his wife and son seemed to be teaming up against him.
Once inside the car, Hermione sat in the passenger seat with Ethan on her lap. The little boy chattered on excitedly, recounting every detail of his school day and the games they played in class.
Nedvar drove them to the ice cream parlor, pulling up across the street. As Hermione reached for the door handle, he stopped her with a look, then circled around to open her door himself, his expression now one of satisfaction. This time, Hermione was the one frowning, slightly annoyed at his subtle attempt to reassert his chivalrous pride.
