"Dad, when are you marrying Papa?"
Zayden almost choked on his food, coughing uncontrollably.
Once he had calmed down, he looked up at his son, who was sitting across from him on the couch, a book in his hands.
"Wait… Why are you even asking that?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around the rim of the glass before draining the water inside.
"Well, look at this book! In the end, they said they loved each other and got married. And they even have a cute son—like me!" Eiran smiled brightly, his eyes glimmering.
Zayden blinked, his jaw slightly dropped, and he was speechless.
Why does this child love reading so much?!
He didn't know how to react. Every day, this boy somehow found new ways to expand his knowledge. The worst was when he finished an entire history book in three days. Even his younger self hadn't been that smart, leaving Zayden to wonder who Eiran had inherited it from—Ren or his late mate.
"Dad!" Eiran tugged at his sleeve to catch his attention.
