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"Matthew Lee, open your mouth, "

Mark said as he took a spoonful of cream of wheat porridge and try to feed his son.

Leaned back on his high chair, the baby pushed the spoon away, "no daddy. I want pizza!"

Mark sighed. Then, he placed down the spoon. "— later okay? Right now, you need to eat this first," Mark persuaded as he brought the baby chair closer to him. "— come on, open your mouth, " the Alpha opened his mouth as if showing his son to do as he did.

"Say 'aaaa', "

"noo, u'uh" But the little Alpha quickly closed his mouth using his tiny hand and shook his head. "No! Daddy eat it,"

"—come on Champ, it tastes good, trust me, okay?" still not giving up on feeding the baby, Mark patiently wait for the baby to open his mouth until his phone beeped. He placed the spoon down and unlocked his phone, "hold up Champ—"

Mark was actually texting someone on his phone. The baby puffed his cheek when his daddy didn't even pay attention to him.

He hated that rectangle thingy, always noisy in the morning. His little hand snatched the phone from his daddy and he hugged the phone, shielded with his body.

"what the —," Mark was about to curse when he suddenly realized that his son was the one who took his phone. "— Matt, give it back,"

"daddy eat that and Matt will give this back," the baby made a thinking pose as if he was making a deal with his daddy.

"what? No, why would I?"

The baby suddenly leaned closer and gave a fierce look as if he was about to pick a fight with his daddy, but it just made him look much cuter, "daddy first, Matt second!"

Just like his pup, Mark stood up from his chair and narrowed his eyes, as if challenging the baby, "no, you're my pup. You should listen to me,"

Pointed at his daddy, the baby yelled, "daddy is ugly! "

"then you're ugly too cause you're my pup" wrapped his arms around his chest, Mark was actually proud of himself that he won in the argument, not noticing the pissed-off face of his pup.

"Matt doesn't want to talk with daddy!"

"then I don't have to talk to you!" the Alpha stuck out his tongue at his son, and the baby started to throw his food at his daddy. 

Haechan rolled his eyes. Seriously, how can the Alpha be a dad when he didn't even know how to take care of a baby?

Cleared his throat, the Omega put down his fork.

"it feels like I'm at the kindergarten right now—" Haechan mocked, getting annoyed with the childish behavior of Mark.