Axel inhaled slowly, controlling his urge to kiss Evelyn again. He opened the door, stepping out with composed dignity.
Oliver immediately ran toward him. "Daddy, what are you doing in there?"
"Talking," Axel calmly replied.
"For so long?" Oliver asked, his little brow knitted.
Axel was speechless as he watched his son interrogate him. Suppressing a laugh, he calmly responded, "Yes."
Silent.
But the suspicion still flashes in his gaze before he continues to ask, "Daddy, are you sure you are not hiding my snacks?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm not, buddy."
"Is Mommy inside, too?"
"Yes."
"Then why talk in the car? The house has couches that are very comfortable for talking."
Axel sighed and picked him up, ignoring Oliver's little gasp. Their eyes met as he said, "Buddy, because sometimes your mom and I need a private moment."
Oliver blinked innocently. "In a car? Why?"
"Because we do."
"That does not make sense."
"No, it does not," Axel agreed.
