Caleb Shaw's hand holding the towel paused, his movements frozen mid-air.
He recalled the butler's meaningful warning before he left the house.
"Lord Shaw, you better perform well tonight, the Female Master prefers gentle ones."
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, not quite smiling, yet not rejecting the notion either.
So he casually draped the towel, letting it hang loosely around his waist.
Just thinking about what he had to do later made the tips of his ears turn red.
Having a little one, adding a brother or sister... wouldn't be too bad.
The door opened, and a chubby little kid leaped directly at his face, making him stagger.
All the suave entrance plans went down the drain, slipping on the floor, he almost fell flat on his face.
The child bawled loudly, crying shrilly as they swung their little head, looking at dad with teary eyes, sniffling, then turning to look at mom with a pout, wanting to hold onto both sides.
