As they pulled into the driveway, Marc sat in the back seat, his little hand pressed against the window, waving goodbye to his new friends. He looked out longingly as the park disappeared behind them, his small face still filled with the joy of the day.
"Bye-bye, friends!" Marc called out, even though they were already too far to hear him.
Tan chuckled from the front seat, glancing at Fang. "He's already missing them, huh?"
Fang smiled warmly, watching his son's tiny hand still wave. "He's got a big heart, just like his dad"
When they arrived home, Marc reluctantly unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the car. He was still clutching his new toy, his excitement from the park slowly fading into tiredness.
"Marc, go shower, baby," Fang said, gently guiding him toward the door.
Marc wrinkled his nose. "I don't wanna. I'm tired, Papa."
Tan smirked and teased, "You're starting to smell like the playground, buddy. I think you need a good shower!"
Marc immediately frowned, his lower lip trembling as he crossed his arms. "I don't stink!" he sulked, looking up at his dad with big, sad eyes.
Fang rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned down and spoke softly to Marc. "Tan it's either u shut up or I'll end you"
Marc's pout didn't fade entirely, but he nodded, his eyes still casting a little glare toward Tan.
Tan grinned, kneeling down to Marc's level. "okk, I'm sorry bud"
Marc's frown deepened, but after a moment, he seemed to accept the apology. "Okay, Dada... I'll go shower."
Fang patted his head lovingly and stood up. "Good boy. After that, you want a warm bottle of milk?"
Marc's eyes lit up. "Yes, please! But only if Dada makes it!" he added, a small smirk forming as he looked up at Tan.
Tan raised an eyebrow, amused. "Me? But you said you wanted Papa to make it."
Marc giggled, running off toward the bathroom. "I want Dada to make it! You make the best milk!"
Fang shook his head, laughing softly. "You spoil him, you know that?"
Tan gave him a playful look. "I do not! I just make the best milk, that's all."
While Marc showered, Fang prepared the milk, and Tan hung around the bathroom door, chatting with their son through the door, making sure he was all right.
A few minutes later, Marc came out of the bathroom, wrapped in his fluffy towel, looking up at Tan with a small grin. "Can I have my milk now, Dada?"
Tan held out the bottle with a smile. "Of course, buddy. Here you go."
Marc grabbed it eagerly, cuddling into Tan's side as he drank. Fang sat down beside them, his hand resting on Tan's shoulder, both of them enjoying the peaceful moment.
"You're a great dad, you know that?" Fang said softly, his voice filled with affection as he looked at Tan.
Tan kissed Fang's cheek. "We're both great parents, love. We're doing this together."
Marc, now finishing his bottle and snuggling against his father, murmured sleepily, "I love you, Papa... Dada..."
Both parents looked at each other with soft smiles, feeling the warmth of their little family.
"We love you too, baby," Fang whispered.
Tan nodded in agreement, "More than anything in the world."
As Marc drifted off to sleep in it is it arms, the quiet of the evening surrounded them, a moment of calm in the midst of their busy lives. They had everything they ever wanted-each other and their beautiful family.
