Quality Time

“Grandpapa!”

“My granddaughter!” Dad lifted Violet’s body quickly.

He had her sitting on a chair in seconds.

“Can we play chess today?” Violet asked.

“Oh no... no... this afternoon, we’re going to have dinner and have a good time,” Dad said.

Mum handed Violet a loaf of savoury buns.

“For you, dear.”

“Grandmama wearing that dress?”

Mum glanced at her dress; it was Violet’s three-year-old masterpiece. A hand-drawn tree.

“It’s the masterpiece of the three of you,” Mum chuckles.

“I will make another shirt for Grandpapa. You can wear matching clothes.” Violet muttered.

“That sounds so premeditated.” Dad kissed the top of Violet’s head.

I handed a bowl to each of them.

“Violet, wash your hands first.” I handed her an antiseptic tissue.

“Mum, is there no chocolate?” she asked.

Alpha Matthew glanced at me. “You’re sleeping so soundly. I didn’t buy you chocolate because I feared it would melt.”

“Hm… how is that possible? You promised, Dad.” Violet stared at Alpha Matthew with her pupp