Alan was relaxing in the bathtub with his wife who didn't want to leave him by being happy for everything to be in place.
But soon his face darkened to a few shades when her happy chatter stopped and she exclaid, "Snow doesn't have her clothes here. I will give her a nightdress and arrange for her clothes."
She was getting out hurriedly but her husband pulled her back without opening his eyes, "How dare you to leave as soon you got our daughter?" His displeased voice sounded.
Aria's lips threatened to curl up but she controlled. Hooking her arms around his neck, she asked, "Do you know why Snow never dared to bla anything on you?"
Alan snorted hearing it. He did love his daughter a lot but not more than his wife. A lot of ti, he was controlled by his wife else he would have slapped her across the face.
"Because you had spoiled her and she thought you were an easy target." His annoyed voice sounded.
Aria chuckled as she shook her head and pecked on his lips causing him to open his eyes, "Because she knew well that I will kick her out if she dared to be rude with you. Whereas I will stop you from doing anything to her. Ask her if you want."
Alan understood what she actually ant. his wife won't tolerate anything against him, not even their own children. Because she loves him more than anybody.
Her words lted her husband and let go of her on a condition, "Don't you dare sleep in her room."
Aarvi giggled while wrapping the bathrobe around, "I need my snuggly pillow, Mr. Husband." She planted a soft kiss on her possessive husband's forehead before going out of the bathroom.
Arna wasn't a little girl to cuddle her mother to sleep.
Aria, who quickly snuck in her nightdress and sheath, grabbed one of her nightdresses for Arna but paused.
Arna wasn't the sa anymore, Aria didn't know her likes and dislikes, holding the nightdress, Aria suddenly felt lost rembering her daughter saying she was old-fashioned even though she knew Arna didn't really an it.
She was keeping the nightdress back thinking she should ask if Arna needed help when footsteps sounded.
"Momma? Momma... Mo... Here you are..." Arna entered the cloakroom in a short bathrobe and barefooted.
"Were you taking it for ?" Arna, who saw Aria already wearing the nightdress and holding another set in hand, took it and turned to the mirror.
"Momma, I think our size is the sa. Lem quickly change." She said picking Aria's new set of undergarnts. She went further inside and quickly changed and ca out.
Aria was in a short silky strap nightdress with a delicate lace sheath on her shoulder. She always chose comfortableness so her nightdress style hadn't changed much.
She had taken out the nightdress which was a strapped top and shorts with lace trim edges. Aria preferred that style if she had to step out in a nightdress with a sheath on.
Arna ran out and excitedly stood in front of Aria, "Momma, see, I told you. I am stealing your clothes. She turned around and started picking the dress which was designed by Aria for herself.
Alan, who entered inside wrapped in a bathrobe, saw his wife happy instead of sad or angry when their daughter was raiding her closet.
His dummy wife was happy understanding their daughter still likes her style.
Arna who picked a lot of clothes realized she took too much. What to do, she still loves her mother's elegant classy styles.
She quickly kept everything back and went in front of the couple, "This will also be my closet." She announced making a serious face and saw her mother chuckle.
"Sure, you can choose whichever you like." Aria caressed her cheek before pointing the lower drawer at the corner, "Pick a ho slipper. Don't catch a cold."
Arna glanced at her father before she teased him indirectly, "Momma, do you have that bunny ankle-length ho slipper, I want it." Her father had a habit of getting his wife cute and warm winter ho slippers so that she wouldn't catch a cold.
Alan's face darkened, he went towards the drawer and picked the simplest, plain ho slipper and threw it at her legs, "Shoo..."
Arna who was giggling with her mother was speechless hearing him shooing her away. She wanted to say, she wasn't a puppy but their daughter but gave up. She was sure her father would still shoo her away.
She tried another way wearing the ho slippers, "Okay Dad, I will take Mom out, don't pollute her eyes."
'Pollute?' Alan squinted his eyes behind the two won. 'You wouldn't have been born if I hadn't polluted her eyes.'
Could he say that to their daughter?
Aria smacked their daughter, "Your husband doesn't have a chance in front of mine." She scoffed pettily with her cheeks pink. 'My husband is still hot and sexy. Hmph.'
Arna burst into laughter after stepping. Her parents are still so cute together.
....
Arna climbed on their parents' bed and laid her head on her mother's lap. After hearing countless apologies, Aria pulled Arna's head back from burying in her stomach.
"Did our identities pressure you so much?"
Arna thought for a second before nodding promptly, "It was motivating but when people used to compare and brother with you and Dad, I wanted to do my best. I want to be identified as Arna Morgan instead of Aria or Alan's daughter. Was I wrong?"
Alan who reached the bed responded, "No. You weren't wrong. Having our own identity is good. But you thought to get it at your teenage which was too early." His voice was void of emotions.
Leaving her mother, Arna shifted on her father's lap, "I missed you Dad."
Aria looked at Alan whose expression softened before morphing back to aloofness. She knows he had missed Snow too but he won't tell her.
Stubborn man.
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