The car pulled up to the mansion 30 minutes later. Even before they stopped at the gates, I saw Munchkin peeking from the first-floor windows.
When he saw Theo sitting in the car, he immediately dashed out of the mansion excitedly.
"Daddy, you're here!"
Theo noticed Munchkin dashing over the minute he got out of the car.
He strode forth and scooped the little guy into his arms, lifting him into the air and twirling him around twice before he held him in his arms.
I walked up to them and pretended to be jealous, pouting as I said, "I can't stand the two of you."
I smiled as I glared at Theo, then turned to look at Munchkin. I tapped the tip of his little nose as I said, "Why do you only have eyes for Daddy? Won't you pay attention to Mommy anymore?"
When Munchkin heard me speaking in that aggrieved tone, he immediately became embarrassed and reached his little arms out to me so that I would hug him.
After I took him and held him in my arms, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and said, "No, of course not. I think of you every minute, Mommy.”
He refused to let go of me after that.
"I was just scared that Daddy would work late again today and was worried he wouldn't come and try the meatballs I made. That's why I was so happy when I saw him. Don't be angry, Mommy."
Who could be angry when listening to such an adorable voice?
"Alright, kiss me, then. I won't be angry after that."
Once I finished talking, the little guy immediately grabbed my face and kissed me.
"Quick, Munchkin, get down. Let's go in and get the meatballs ready," Petra said as she walked over, took Munchkin, and got him to stand again. She gazed at me worriedly.
"It's alright, Mom. I'm fine now."
"Well, you still have to be careful," Petra said as Munchkin grabbed her hand.
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