Sam made a huge fuss about wearing clothes that didn't match ours. Since we had ti to spare, Law, Adam, and I sat on the divan inside the room. We were currently watching the master of the house get asured.
"He is hopeless," Law whispered while shaking his head. "It's not like they can get the clothes done today."
"Law." I widened my eyes at Law. "You shouldn't call your father hopeless."
"Sorry, Mother." I patted Law's head. I've been trying to educate him to talk to his father with a little more... respect. Although I knew my son loved his father deep in his heart, it would be better if our son talk to Sam a little gentler.
"Adam, are you alright?" I shifted my focus to Adam and noticed the weak smile on his face. He peeled his eyes away from Sam and to .
"Yes, Mother. I just feel sorry for Father," he admitted, tugging my conscience. It was my fault, after all. I went crazy adoring my little angels that I forgot about my husband while we were shopping. Hence, I forgot to get Sam a pair.
"It's alright. Your father is now getting asured." I patted Adam's hair and buried my guilt deep in my heart. I was just happy that Adam now called us mother and father naturally.
The story about this was a little bizarre. I didn't want Adam to call us Mother and Father just because I didn't want him to think we were trying to erase the existence of his real parents. However, during Adam's second week in the mansion, Sam suddenly knocked his knuckles on the dining table while we were having a peaceful dinner.
I could still rember how Sam pointed at Adam telling him, "call Father."
Not only Law and Adam were surprised, but I was also mind-boggled. Sam didn't explain to why he suddenly had this impulse, but Adam got used to it now. It also wasn't that bad since he felt more at ho and belong in the mansion. I was glad that Sam trained everyone in this mansion to be fair. Thus, they treated Adam the sa way they treated Law.
"I want this done in an hour!" Sam's sudden order made flinch. The three of us gazed back at him, seeing the seamstress look at him blankly.
"Si — Sir Roux???" the Seamstress gasped as if she couldn't believe my husband's request.
"I can't believe I am being forced to watch this," Law mumbled, letting out a deep sigh. I stroked his back, and he cast a gloomy look. "Mother, this is so painful to watch."
"My baby, your father might hear --"
"My son, bla your mother for forgetting to get a pair." I winced when Sam suddenly chid in. "I can't believe my wife will forget about ! How cruel!"
"Father, Mother had been busy and has a lot of things in mind. You are already old enough for Mother to take care of."
"My son." Sam crossed his arm and faced us with his chin up. "I will give you ten little sisters and ten little brothers so I can say the sa in the future."
I nearly choked at the argunt my husband used. That wouldn't affect my son; there was no way. I gazed at Law and I was wrong. He was on fire!
"Heh. Just see." Sam smirked wickedly while wiggling his brows as if to taunt our son. "Don't cry if that happens."
Law was glaring daggers at Sam before he faced . I nearly jumped at seeing how his eyes could kill, but then smiled sweetly. This... reminded of how Fabian's smile could send a chill down my spine!
"Mother, I've been having nightmares lately. Can you stay sleep in my room tonight?" he batted his eyes innocently, attacking with his cuteness.
Oh, no... I knew he was just trying to aggravate his father, but how could I refuse him? My son knew my weakness, and I felt like crying.
"I had been keeping Adam awake too. Right? Adam?" Law tilted his body to look at the innocent Adam. I glanced at the latter and he pressed his lips into a thin line. Adam nodded but averted his eyes as if he was feeling guilty for lying.
"Hah...! My son, aren't you ashad for dragging Adam to your lie?" Sam gasped in dismay, looking at Law as if he was his archenemy.
My goodness. My husband and my son's competition had beco fiercer by the day. If only they could share. A helpless sigh slipped past my lip, darting my eyes at Law and then to Sam.
'Whatever. I sohow could imagine that the four of us would end up sleeping in the sa room tonight. My husband will never concede and neither my son. There was no point in arguing.'
******
Thanks to Fabian, the terrified seamstress wasn't pressured to finish Sam's clothes in an hour. That was impossible, even if she was gifted with super speed. To appease Sam, Law, Adam, and I also got asured for a new pair to match my husband's.
Law and Sam would argue at every chance they got, but I tried to ignore it. I believed this was just their way of showing affection. After that, Sam offered to send us off to the tea party we would attend.
"Take care," Sam waved, standing outside the carriage while we're already inside. "I will miss you."
"Tch." Law clicked his tongue while crossing his arm, still annoyed at his father.
"I'll see you later." I smiled at him. "We will return before it gets late."
"Love, you really don't want to bring Fabian with you?"
This ti, I clicked my tongue and glared at him. "Charlie is with us."
"Well, Charlie, you know what to do." Sam peeked inside and cast Charlotte a look. "Please take care of my wife and my sons."
"Yes, Your — Master." I glanced at Charlotte, who was sitting across from with Adam. Law was on my side.
"Don't worry about us." I looked back at Sam and smiled. "We'll be fine."
"Of course you will." My brows furrowed when I saw the smug grin on his face, but I ignored it. With that being said, I waved at him as the carriage moved. Sam stood on his spot while staring at us, waving until we left the mansion.
*****
Once the carriage exited the gates, Fabian approached Samael. He stood a palm length away from him, gazing at the husband of the year.
"Your Majesty, did you really have to mobilize your shadow guards to follow Her Majesty and the young masters?" asked Fabian in a low tone, sighing deeply as this looked as if they would cross the border.
"For my peace of mind, Fabian." Samael shrugged and pivoted on his heel to face him. "Tell the seamstress I want ten more pairs for each of us. Our family will start wearing matching clothes from now on."
Fabian watched Samael jog his way inside the mansion. "He looks extrely happy. If anyone sees the emperor wearing matching clothes with his wife and sons... they will question his power.." Shaking his head before following the delighted emperor.
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