“But I wanna eaaaaaat!”
“What do we say, Minnie?”
The girl whined, hanging her head back in frustration.
“Come on. You forgot to say the magic word.”
She stared at one of her two fathers, glaring for a short moment before she placed the biggest smile possible on her lips as she spoke. “Please.”
“Atta girl.” Kibum praised, passing the girl her deserved treat of yogurt. He watched as she dug into the small tub, humming in delight with each spoonful she shovelled in. With a shake of his head he gently pet her hair. “You’re just like your other father.”
The girl grinned up at Kibum with yogurt all over her lips. “Can I go finish this while I watch TV?” She asked.
“Yeah, just don’t spill any.”
“Okay!” She said, sprinting into the living area from the kitchen.
“Did I just hear the impossible occurring?” A voice questioned, arm circling Kibum’s waist, chin leaning upon his shoulder. “Our daughter allowed to eat a liquid like food on your carpet? Unheard of.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kibum sighed, leaning back into Minho’s embrace. “But she’s seven now, I think she’s old enough to – ”
There was a sharp cry before the girl let out a horrified little “oops.”
Minho laughed heartily. “You were saying?”