Watching Me

“Hm? What? No. It’s still a kiss, Eine.” Delta didn’t know what their giggling meant, but she caught how Wolfram massaged his forehead at the answer they gave.

“What is this? Why are you demonstrating kisses to them?” Wolfram just sighed and asked the mother, who latterly leaned her weight against him. “Did they ask you what qualifies as a kiss?”

Delta turned to him and stared at his handsome face from such a close proximity. Wolfram’s eyes were pinned on her, and they stayed quiet for a few seconds before Delta looked away as if distracting herself. She placed her head on his shoulder. “Eine, did they say which kiss they saw?”

The giggling twins twitched and looked at each other. Eine then shook her head at the question. “No, Mommy. They only said it was a kiss.”

“That’s right.” Delta pointed to her forehead. “What happens when someone gives you a boo-boo here? Do you not cry and ask Mommy to fix it?”

“…you should have told me he gave you a boo-boo. I will give him a bigger one.