Caelen was getting ready to head out.
"Papa, please, I don't want to go to school with Aunt Wariza, you take me." Eiran clung to one of his legs, his tiny feet over Caelen's as Caelen walked around carefully wearing his coat and tie.
"But papa is busy with work," Caelen patted his head, "I will drop you on my off days, okay."
"Noooo. I don't want to. Miler comes with his dad."
Caelen lifted him into his arms, "papa would work a lot then we would have enough money, then I would take you to school every day."
"Really?" Eiran looked at him with puppy eyes.
"Yeah, I promise."
Caelen glanced at Wariza, who had just entered the door with a spare key, "Sorry I am late. It's really hard to get out of bed this early in the morning." She lifted her glasses with a slight touch, "Hello, my little prince."
"Hi," Eiran pouted.
"He is insisting on me taking him to school," Caelen chuckled lightly.
Caelen placed Eiran down and waved before walking to the door.
