Sara wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and gave him a look somewhere between disbelief and amusement.
"I kissed you, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you. You're still on observation. If your performance as a loyal husband and father isn't good enough, you won't be promoted to a permanent position in either role."
Kairo chuckled and pecked her lips. "Yes, boss. I'll do my best."
She smiled faintly and asked, "Good. Now tell me, why were you late?"
His smile faded a little as he tugged her close, resting his face against her chest like a tired child. "It was a hectic day," he murmured, voice muffled against her. "Back-to-back meetings. I couldn't leave early."
Sara's expression softened. She threaded her fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Did you eat?" she asked quietly.
He shook his head. "No, not yet."
"Come," she said, "Let me serve you something."
"Feed me," he murmured, looking up at her.
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think you're asking for too much?"
"Please?" He pleaded.
She sighed, "Come," and got off his lap, walking toward the kitchen. Of course, Kairo followed right behind her, arms wrapping around her waist in a stubborn back hug.
She tried to focus on serving the food and said over her shoulder, "Mr. Kairo, if you want dinner, you'll have to stop clinging to me."
He only hummed in response and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. Before she could react, he turned her around, lifted her effortlessly, and set her on the counter.
"Kairo!" she gasped, glaring at him, but he just smiled, mischievous as ever, sliding between her legs and wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands rested securely on her hips.
"Perfect," he murmured with a grin. "Now feed me."
She looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," he replied simply, gazing up at her with that teasing smirk.
She exhaled, rolling her eyes. "You're impossible." Still, she picked up the spoon and began feeding him. He ate quietly, never once breaking eye contact with her, his gaze full of affection.
When he finished, he leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss on her lips. "Thank you," he whispered.
She smiled faintly and said, "Go freshen up."
He nodded, gave her nose a playful peck, and finally left for his bedroom, a content smile on his face.
After a while, Kairo quietly slipped into Sara's bedroom. She was lying on the bed, Zayn sleeping soundly beside her. His heart softened at the sight of his little boy resting peacefully; he had missed him terribly.
Sara noticed him and whispered softly, "He missed you today… You really spoiled him."
Kairo smiled warmly. "I missed my boy, too. But no worries… I'll make it up to him tomorrow."
Then, without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed beside her and curled around her. "Humm… this feels like heaven," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck, spooning her gently.
Sara let out a faint smile and turned slightly to face him. His green eyes glimmered softly in the dim light, full of warmth and love.
"Come," she whispered, spreading her arms.
He grinned widely and snuggled closer, pressing himself fully into her embrace. He planted gentle kisses along her neck and murmured, "I love you, my soda glass."
Sara kissed the top of his damp hair and ran her fingers softly through his hair and along his back, holding him close.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep, the room filled with quiet peace and the perfect comfort of family around them.
The next morning sun barely peeked through the curtains when Zayn stirred awake. Kairo was still asleep, snuggled closely against Sara, and she was only half-awake.
"Mumma…" Zayn's soft voice pulled her out of the haze. She opened her eyes and smiled at the little boy, his hair messy and eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Morning, baby boy…" she whispered, moving to pull him into her arms. But as soon as she shifted, Kairo groaned, tightening his hold on her, snuggling even closer. Sara chuckled softly at his clinginess.
Zayn, unfazed, pressed himself against her from the other side, burrowing into her warmth. Sara kissed his nose gently. "Did you sleep well, baby?"
He hummed in response, eyes still half-closed, glancing at Kairo's sleeping face resting on his mother's chest. Then, with tiny hands, he poked his father as if trying to push him away from her.
Kairo groaned again, snuggling deeper. Zayn tried once more, this time a little harder.
"Baby, don't do that… let him sleep," Sara said softly, smiling.
Zayn pouted, determined, and pressed his tiny legs against Kairo's face, finally making him stir. One green eye cracked open, unfazed but amused.
"Morning, little man… why are you disturbing Dada so early?" Kairo mumbled.
"My… Mumma…" Zayn replied, pouty and offended by Kairo's intrusion. Sara's heart melted at the sight, and Kairo chuckled at the adorable jealousy.
Kairo grinned mischievously, leaning up to press a quick peck on Sara's lips right in front of Zayn.
Sara's eyes widened, and she gently shoved him away. "Hmm, what are you doing?" she scolded playfully.
"She's my mommy too," Kairo teased, looking down at Zayn with a soft smile.
Sara swatted Kairo's arm lightly, laughing. Kairo giggled and leaned in again, this time pressing a slightly dominant, bratty kiss on her lips.
She laughed, pushing him away, "Stop teasing him!"
Zayn, not missing a beat, flopped his tiny hands over Sara's face, trying to protect her from Kairo's playful attack.
Kairo chuckled, his heart melting at the little boy's possessiveness. He scooped Zayn into his arms, wrapping him securely against himself, and kissed the tip of his nose.
"My little jealous boy… protecting Mumma already, huh?"
Zayn wiggled, trying to squirm free. Kairo smiled and said, "You can protect her from other men… But remember… I'm allowed to kiss her, hug her… She's my wife. She was my woman long before you even existed."
Zayn's pouty face was almost on the verge of tears.
Kairo's chest softened at the sight. He gently kissed Zayn's forehead.
"Aww… don't pout, my baby. You love me, right? Let me kiss your Mumma a little, I love her too."
Zayn looked up at Kairo, eyes curious but cautious. Kairo grinned, his mischievous side lighting up. "If you let me kiss her, cuddle her… I'll get you more toys… your favorite one," he tried, gently bribing the little soul.
Zayn paused, thinking seriously about the offer. Sara watched her boy, her heart softening at how thoughtful he was, even at such a small age.
After a moment, Zayn nodded firmly. "Okay… only a little. She is my Mumma," he said, turning toward Sara and hugging her tightly with his tiny arms.
Kairo chuckled, smacking Zayn lightly on his small bottom. "Okay, you little Mumma's boy," he teased. Zayn let out a tiny groan at the playful spank.
Sara laughed softly, embracing Zayn and pressing a kiss to his tiny head. Kairo, sneaking a quick peck from Sara while Zayn's face was buried in her chest, whispered affectionately, "Morning, baby."
Sara smiled back, "Morning…"
Kairo gently pulled Zayn toward him. "Enough hugging Mumma, little man… now give attention to your Dada too."
Zayn wiggled and tried to squirm away, but Kairo tickled him, turning his little sulk into soft, infectious giggles.
Sara watched them, her heart full and warm, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she soaked in this simple, perfect morning mischief between her two favorite people.