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The navi were not the only ones who would give gifts based on affection and relationships. As humans, aka sky people, we did the same. So there could be special days, or it could just be because someone wishes to give you a gift; that thought will be especially perfect for you, especially when it comes to a person who doesn't experience romantic feelings that much, and when the pair involves individuals with completely different personalities and lives.
Quaritch
Quaritch was a very serious man when it came to his position in the RDA and didn't show that much affection. When it came to you, his wife, he was willing to show you affection and care, as you had given a man like him a chance. So when a shipment had arrived from Earth, carrying stuff like food, clothing, and jewelry, Ect, he had spotted something that caught his eye, a beautiful silver necklace with a moon on it. So he got it for you as a gift and gave it to you over dinner one night. Right away, you had loved the gift, cherishing it even after Quaritch was gone.
Lyle
Lyle didn't have much of a hard time showing his affection for the woman who won his heart in very few words. Soon enough, he asked you to be his wife, but he didn't have a ring for you. He did know of the lockette that was on base, being sold in the base store, so he brought it for you—placing the picture of you and him together in the lockette. One night, as the couple had been walking to their quarters, Lyle had given Lockette a lockette showing you and him in it. The smile that grew on your face made Lyle know you loved the gift right away. This lockette you will keep even after the battle and years since Lyle was gone.
This fiction can also be read on Wattpad at AshleyAnary. It was written with this style in mind so it may not be what you are used to here.
Chapter 5 First dumd idea following Lo'ak
Warnings : Slow burns , smut in futur chapters, friend to lover, Neteyam x Amira (you), mentions of dead and grief. sickness. Hard conversation, punishment . fight and injuries.
Summary : Love is a terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing about Pandora maybe. It can eat you alive and burn your soul entirely. The burning passion that can destroy everything you ever known and leave only the ashes to comfort you. Sometimes this burning desire can also be the most magical feeling ever. Neteyam and Amira never thought they could have more than friendship. They are used to this comforting dynamic and none of them want to risk it. But when they're a war, pain mix with love and care some cards get mixes. Growing up means tensions can change meaning and emotions can evolve. Sometimes some calm moments are the perfect one to remind someone that they are important to you
Notes : The chapters are short and this is more a test . I don't feel confident in my work mostly because english isn't my first language. The characters might not behave like in the movies. Thoses characters don't belong to me unless it's Amira, Marcy or Teresa.
POV Neteyam
People from the outside would call me rigid, severe and serious. Thats the way I am to protect my family. Thats how I am on hunt to not let anything dangerous happen. My enemies fear my eyes and emotionless action, my pears respect it and my friend know a more relax version. Amira and Spider once told me I looks like a rock , strong , emotionless and stern. Yeah they said I needed to do something about my always hunting stare and killer looks. They tough me to relax, to have fun , to let go and drop the perfect warrior act, if it was a act.
I have to be the bigger person , I'm the oldest . I'm the protector. I need to make good decision and show the way for the other. That's my role, I need to be perfect so the other can play and fool around. I have the responsibility so they can be carefree. I'm the first one that got my Ikran in the group , Mira followed my lead. Two years after when Kiri befriended her's, Loak followed my lead and got to the mountains to get his. He failed the first time but got back out their and got it. I got to hand it to him, my brother can't take no for a answer. He get his way even if its a stupid one.
That's mostly why we got stuck as spotter when we went in mission with him. He always find a way to deviate from the number one plan. Me and Mira are kinda his babysitter when on mission and he hate it. I don't particularly love it either, but that's what I have to do.
I'm part of the warrior sense the sky people came back to our planet. I was 15 when they put they're foot back on Pandora and that same year I join the warrior with Mira. We got to spent a lot of time in hunt together. Her gaze change when we were out. Not scared , careful , she was making sure everyone got back home safe. That's mostly why the elders wanted her on hunt or on warrior track. She was attentive to details , caring about the animals we hunted and took care of returning them to Eywa. When everyone was tired after hunting she dig inside her to respect the forest and thanked the great mother. People were happy to have her around, most said its because she took care of the boring stuff (the kids ours age) but I was glad to have her around, she make me got pass my limits and makes me better.
The sky people took away a lot from Mira. She cried a lot looking at the view they left her with. At first they took a tree and then a dozen and they never stop.They burned everything in their way and killed hundred. The sky people killed so much of the forrest just because they could, just like that. They built machine to transport other machine and equipments. I watch them destroyed my home for a year before today mission.
My dad taught me it was called a train. The target of today mission I mean. It was as beautiful as it was destructive. The train was helping the sky people destroy this place. The Sky people destroyed the perfect view of Pandora with their lifeless gray structure. They mostly stay outside of our forest the big train just get on my nerve. My dad have a plan to get what inside this train , he said it's cargo and that we will be attacking it. The cargo burn tree and kills a lot of animals so we have to do something. Well I mean the warrior will and we will be the eyes, the spotter. Because Loak joined and Dad wants him far away from the battlefield. In this in mind he put me and Mira on Loak watch.
We have the orders to not set foot on the ground and keeping watch from the sky. Dad trusted us with some coms that we use to talk to each other. We each have code names in case de RDA is able to gain access to ours coms.
Whisper : Pathfinder do you copy ?
Me : I do , what's happening ?
Whisper : The train is going east with two helicopters we should be ok to send the troop.
Me: Ok Whisper copy that , Eagle eye do you have the same view ?
Eagle eye : Yeah bro same as Princess .
Whisper : Honestly you suck , that's not my codename.
Devil dog: Kids stop fighting we use the coms to communicated plans or making sure people are safe, not bickering.
Whisper/Eagle eye /Me : Yes sir !
Me : You can go on with part 2 of your plan Devil Dog we stand for the next part.
Devil Dog : Good, Pathfinder go to the next channel I'll go there when I'm done here.
Me : Switching ,sir , over
Whisper/Eagle eye : Switching , over
The three of us got to the next channel waiting for the next part of the plan , the retreat. We got to see fire and heard guns shot from all the way up. That seem like a big fight down there. Loak come near me and insist on going down there,because it looks interesting. I try to bring him back to his senses but he say im a pussy and got down.
Me : Whisper I take the ground with Loak
Whisper : That's not a good idea , guys your dad going to kill us !
Eagle eye : he won't even know !
As We reach the ground Loak is already near the guns . I ask if he even know whats his doing and he tells me that ours dad taught him. I roll my eyes and told Loak to hurry so we can get out of here. Because he took his sweet time we got attack by fireshot and we got separated by the explosion. I got knocked down and when I woke up I had my dad in front of me. He pulled me up to his shoulder asking what I was doing and all I could saw was that I was sorry.
POV Amira
I try to contact the boys telling them to hurry and get out of there because we had some unwanted compagnie but nobody answer me. I was petrified when I saw the shot fired and everything exploding. We were told to fall back to the high ground , sign that the mission was over. I didn't see my friends till we got back and ran toward Neytiri who I spotted. When I got close enough I see that Neteyam is being held at for not following orders. I come near him releasing he got hurt. Jake started to hell at me also for not stoping them, but I was half listening. I was preoccupied by the wounds on my best friend.
Jake notice I wasn't listening and that me and Kiri were examining Neteyam. He had blood running down his back and I'm pretty sure some stuff got into the wound. If we didn't extracted it quickly it could get infected, and we have to cauterize the wound.
Jake : Kiri go help your grandmother with the wounded and Mira follow her. You guys could help.
Me : But sir your son is wounded I could ...
Neteyam : Mira .. it's ok I'm fine. Listen to my father.
Jake : Don't talked back to me young lady , we will talk later , now go.
Me : But I ..
Jake : Now !
Neteyam pushed me away with his tails not wanting to get me in more trouble. I followed his lead knowing I didn't have my place in this argumentation. Plus when Jake upset like this I prefer to step away. Not that his scary, ok he is , but I don't like when he hell at me. Neteyam followed me not long after and I know by the look on his face that his dad wasn't kind.
Me : He puts to much pressure , it's not your fault Loak doesn't listen to us .
Neteyam : Yes it is , I'm responsable for you guys, it's my job.
His face changed for a second leaving a trace of pain on his skin. He will never admit it because his too proud but I know that his suffering. Neteyam hold so much inside him that's someday his gonna explode and I don't want to be in the cross fire.
Me : Well right now you should go to your kelutral (house) We will heal you there.
Me, Kiri and the tsahik , who happen to be the grandmother of the other , helped prepared the medicine to help Neteyam heal and to also bandage is wounds.
My first bad idea of this day was thinking that Loak wouldn't blow a hole in the plan.
My second bad idea was thinking Neteyam wouldn't help him and take the blame .
The third wrong idea was believing that Jake wouldn't scold me and snitch on me to the lab people.
Loak was grounded for a month no flying. Neteyam, I forgot and me, you won't believe it. I was stock to my human body for the whole week. Even if Jake's not my dad he act like it and he sure knows how to be respected. So now I'm stuck to the small and hard breathing human me. The worst part ? I was forbidden to see the sully's kids for the whole week. Jake was definitely mad with this one.
The Navi had a tradition of giving gifts to those they loved or their mates. So when it came to your mates, they had taken the chance to give your gifts to show their love and care for you. Even though they might not show you much affection in public all the time, because of their personality, they still gave you love and gifts when they had the chance.
Varang
When it came to Varang and your relationship, she loved and cared about you dearly. She had always listened to you when it came to anything. She soon started making you a gift, a necklace, to show the people that you and she are a mated pair, and you were another leader of the clan as well. A necklace that she had crafted herself with leather and string, along with wooden carvings she had made and small stones. She had made the necklace big enough, as it will show off your rank in the clan now that you are a Varang mate. When she had given to you, she had been happy to see the smile on your face. As you loved that gift she had given you.
Summary: you and Neteyam are married and have three children. The kids are curious about their fathers human heritage, and when they find out about Father's day, they get way too excited and want to celebrate. After nagging about it to you and Neteyam, you two give in and comply with their wishes. You decide to make him something special with the help of your children.
Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff!
Word count: 3K
Na'vi dictionary:
Sempu: daddy
Trr: day
Olo'eyktan: clan leader
Sanu: mommy
Kelku: home
Pa'li: direhorse
Parulstyìp: affectionate term for children (lit.: little miracle)
Taronyutsyìp: little hunter
Yawntu: loved one
Rewon lefpom: good morning
Stxeli: gift
Irayo: thank you
Father’s day isn’t something the Na’vi celebrate. You didn’t even know what it was until you started dating Neteyam. When he first told you about it, you were confused. A day to express your gratitude toward your father? Shouldn’t a child thank their father everyday? Well, maybe not verbally, but at least with love and respect? You thought it was weird, and you had never contributed to the weird human tradition. Not when you were pregnant, and not when your children grew older.
Neteyam didn’t push you to celebrate Father’s day. He understood it wasn’t part of your culture and he respected your opinion. He didn’t really celebrate Father’s day with his own father either. It was just a normal day for your family.
You were Na’vi. Neteyam was Na’vi, but has had a more human upbringing. He did things differently. Your children therefore grew up with mixed cultures. It was no surprise that they were curious about human culture. Throughout their lives, the children learned more and more about humans. You and Neteyam didn’t deny them this new information. You took them to the labs, Neteyam taught them (and you) how to read and speak English, and they learned about human celebrations like Christmas and Easter. The most recent one they learned was Father’s day.
Tuktirey was the one who brought it up. At dinner one day, while you were sitting around the communal fire, your sister-in-law brought it up.
“Are you doing something for Father’s day this year?”
Neteyam, who just swallowed his bite, responded simply. “We don’t celebrate Father’s day.”
Tuk, who was now twenty years old, leaned forward. “You have three children, and you don’t celebrate Father’s day?”
You and Neteyam indeed had three children. Two boys and one girl. The eldest, a boy named K’eyvu, was nine years old. Your second child, a girl named Lunapey, was eight. About two years ago, you gave birth to another baby boy called Hanu. Hanu was too young to understand, but K’eyvu and Lunapey were huge nerds for human culture.
“Father’s day?” K’eyvu’s ears perked up at the new English word. You could see the gears turning in his head as he thought. Then, with a huge smile, he said: “Sempu trr.” A literal translation of the celebration. It made you chuckle.
“What is that?” Lunapey, who was sitting on your right asked with her mouth full of berries.
“It’s a human celebration,” Tuk responded eagerly, making you and Neteyam share a look. She was going to get the kids excited for this so-called holiday. “It’s a day where children show gratitude for their fathers by giving them gifts and doing something fun.”
Your children, except for Hanu, who was asleep against your chest, gasped in unison. “Dad!” Lunapey pushed herself onto her knees and crawled forward. “Why haven’t you told us?”
“Yes, dad, why haven’t you told us?” K’eyvu chimed in. You and Neteyam shared a look again, before your husband sighed and turned to your children.
“Because mom and I don’t want to celebrate Father’s day.” Both children gasped as if he insulted them personally. “Why not?” K’eyvu asked.
“Because your father gets enough recognition already. We don’t need a special holiday for that,” you put a piece of fish in your mouth, chewing slowly.
Both kids’ ears dropped and Lunapey whined. You knew it was going to go like this. You knew your children would want to celebrate the moment Tuk opened her mouth. You shot your sister-in-law a halfhearted glare, who just responded with an innocent smile.
“Can we celebrate?’ There it was. You knew it was coming. “Pleaseeeee?”
You and Neteyam shared a glance. You both didn’t feel much for the holiday, even if you were the biggest reason you didn’t celebrate. But the day wasn’t about you. It was about Neteyam and the children. And if the children wanted to celebrate, how could you say no?
“Fine,” you agreed with a small smile. “We can celebrate, but only if you eat all your veggies.”
Ever since that dinner, your children wouldn’t stop talking about this Father’s day tradition. Every day, they asked “is it Father's day yet?” They were more excited about the tradition than you and Neteyam were.
One day, when Neteyam was busy leading a hunt (he was olo’eyktan), you decided to prepare for the tradition. K’eyvu and Lunapey were playing in the lake with their friends, while you sat with Hanu, trying to tame his wild hair. He was in the middle of that awkward hair fase, where it was long enough to fall over his eyes, but too short to braid. As you brushed your youngest’s hair, you thought about a present for your husband. You wanted to give him something nice, even though Na’vi didn’t really do gifts. Was there something he needed?
“Sanu!” Lunapey calling out to you caught your attention. When you looked up, she was running over to you, holding a beautiful purple rock. It was small, about the size of a pea. “Look what I found!”
You took the rock from your daughter’s hand and inspected it. It was small, round, bright purple. “It’s beautiful, Luna. Where did you find it?”
The girl beamed at your words and pointed toward the lake, where K’eyvu was giving his cousin (Lo’ak’s son, Akwey) a piggy back ride. “It was in the lake. There are more.”
You looked down at the pebble in your hand. It was bright and small enough to incorporate into a piece of jewellery. Then you remembered something, and a smile formed on your face.
“Do you remember dad’s choker? The one that’s broken?” you asked. Lunapey’s ears perked up, sensing you were onto something.
“Because K’eyvu tugged on it too hard?” “Yes, that one.”
You remember your oldest son wrestling with his father. He had his arms wrapped around Neteyam, and when Neteyam threw him over his shoulder, K’eyvu accidentally pulled on the choker. It tore, and all the beads sprawled on the ground. K’eyvu had cried afterwards, feeling guilty for breaking his dad’s favorite piece of jewellery. You haven’t really gotten the time to fix it, but Lunapey’s find just gave you a newfound motivation.
“We can fix it. If you gather more of these rocks?”
The girl’s face lit up at the idea. Even at the age of eight, she was very artistic. “Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly. “K’eyvu, we’re fixing dad’s choker! Help me find more rocks!”
Hanu’s ears perked up at his sister’s excitement. He got up to his feet, having had enough of sitting down, and reached for Lunapey’s tail. “What doing?”
“I’m gathering rocks like these,” the girl responded as she took the small rock from your hand to show her brother.
“I help!” Without waiting for a response, Hanu ran toward the lake to help his siblings look for more purple stones. His ‘help’ consisted more of splashing water at them and his cousin, but it was the idea that counts.
Even you found yourself helping the children searching for more of these small rocks. You didn’t just find purple ones. You had also gathered red, green and blue rocks. Even eight year old Akwey helped the four of you.
After spending the whole afternoon at the lake, searching for beautiful coloured rocks, all of you went home. Your kelku was woven in one of the trees. After Neteyam became olo’eyktan, he moved the people away from High camp, back to the forest. He was tired of hiding from the sky people, of living inside the Hallelujah Mountains. Not everyone was happy with his decision. The children were happy, and even some of the elders were glad to get some sunlight again, including Neytiri. Jake and Mo’at had made their worries very clear, but it’s been four years since you moved, and nothing bad has happened. You thought your husband had made the right decision.
Your kelku was a large woven structure which swayed slightly under your movements. There were some baskets neatly stacked in the corner in which were either clothes, fruit, dried meat or carved toys. Hanu was chewing on one of the wooden pa’li, and K’eyvu and Lunapey were sitting next to you, watching you bead Neteyam’s choker.
You had already beaded half of it. It took quite some effort, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to finish it in one go. Thankfully, Father’s day wasn’t until next week.
Your fingers moved around the thread expertly. You stacked the brown beads that took up most of the choker. The coloured rocks you put in the middle, a couple of fingers apart from each other.
The kelku was silent as you worked. Hanu was too occupied with his wooden toy to make any noise, and Lunapey and K’eyvu were too focussed on your fingers to say anything. You didn’t mind. You loved your children, but they often knew how to give you a headache. After a while though, K’eyvu broke the silence as he scooted closer and bowed over the choker in your hands, making you unable to work properly.
“May I help?”
You hesitated. K’eyvu was only nine years old, and nine year olds are clumsy. But the boy was also responsible. He was Neteyam’s successor, and he already took himself very seriously. You didn’t always like that, afraid K’eyvu wouldn’t enjoy his childhood the way you wanted him to. But Neteyam has tried to reassure you many times that he was just like this when he was younger, and he still got to enjoy his childhood. Even though you doubted it was true, you never protested. Since Neteyam has lived the same way his son does now, you figured he knew what he was talking about.
“Of course, parulstyip,” you decided to give K’eyvu a chance. He had to learn eventually.
The boy scooted closer, sitting on his knees, and eagerly reached for the choker. You held it out of his reach first. “Be careful. And hold it like this.”
You slowly handed K’eyvu the choker and showed him how to place his hands. One on the choker and the thread, and the other one free to thread the beads. The young boy’s movements were stiff and clumsy, and he occasionally dropped the beads, making his ears pin back in frustration. Every time, you calmly corrected the position of his hands and whispered encouraging words. Lunapey was hovering nearby, watching her brother work in awe.
The three of you were so caught up in fixing the choker, that none of you kept an eye on the kelku entrance. K’eyvu was slowly getting the hang of it, and was threading slowly but didn’t drop any of the beads anymore. You were still next to him, guiding his hands when needed, when suddenly, Hanu spoke up for the first time in a while. His little voice made you jump. You thought he had fallen asleep.
“Sempu!” Shit. The choker. Why did your husband walk so silently? You quickly took the choker from K’eyvu’s hands, who looked confused at first, but then giggled. He knew this was supposed to be a secret, and seeing you hurry to hide his father’s gift was amusing to him.
“Taronyutsyìp,” Neteyam’s warm voice filled the kelku as he reached for his youngest son, while you basically threw yourself toward one of the baskets to hide the choker. K’eyvu’s laughter filled your home, which was followed by Luna’s giggles as well. These children were going to give you away.
Of course, this caught Neteyam’s attention. When you turned around and brushed your braids away from your face, your eyes met Neteyam’s. He raised his hairless brows, giving you a questioning look.
“Kxì, ma yawntu,” you were breathless as you got up to your feet to plant a warm kiss on Neteyam’s cheek. Your husband shifted Hanu on his hip as he gave you a knowing grin.
“What are you hiding?” His tone implied he knew something was going on. Your tail, which was lashing behind you, also implied that he was right.
“Nothing,” you responded as innocently as possible. Neteyam’s response was tilting his head as a smile curled onto his lips.
“We’re not hiding anything, dad!” Lunapey added as she scrambled over to her father, hugging him. Neteyam only chuckled as he wrapped his free arm around her. He shot you another look before his gaze landed on K’eyvu, who wisely chose to keep his lips pressed together.
After almost being caught, you chose to only work on the choker when you were sure Neteyam wasn’t going to be home for a while. You worked on it early in the morning when he just left to hunt, when he had a meeting with the elders, or when he had to help one of the clan members with some issues. Sometimes at night, you snuck out to work on it by the river. You knew Neteyam would stay at home to watch the children. You didn’t enjoy leaving him like this, so you made a mental note to make up for it after giving him the choker.
A week later, on the morning of Father’s day, you were laying with your husband, both of you still asleep. Like most mornings, you didn’t wake up peacefully. It was always one of the children who woke you up. Today, it was Lunapey.
“Rewon lefpom!” The high pitched words made your ears twitch. When you opened your eyes, you saw the sun was barely up, making you groan. It was too early! So, with a sigh, you turned around and buried your face in Neteyam’s chest.
It seemed like Neteyam had the same idea. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. No words came from him yet. Lunapey wasn’t having it. She climbed on top of her father and leaned closer as she yelled.
“Wake up! It’s Father’s day!”
Who knew a little girl could have such a loud voice? Your ears pinned back enough to bury themselves in your braids. They were ringing now. Thanks, Luna.
“Shh,” Neteyam took his free arm to wrap it around his daughter and pull her into his chest. His voice was rough from sleep. “Not so loud.”
The girl wasn’t in the mood for cuddles. It was Father’s day, a day she had been looking forward to for so long. She wasn't going to wait anymore. She wanted to give her father his present.
“No,” she wriggled on Neteyam’s chest, trying to push herself away. “Stxeli. Now.”
Neteyam’s groan turned into a chuckle. “So demanding.” He let her go. You sat up now, eyes still half lidded as they met Neteyam’s. He looked sleepy, but at least he was smiling.
“You got me something, huh?” he pushed himself up on one elbow, his gaze shifting to Lunapey, who was rummaging through one of the baskets.
“It’s just something small,” you waved it off like it was nothing. Like you haven’t worked on his gift for a week. Neteyam took your hand and squeezed it.
“Doesn’t matter,” he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it while holding eye contact with you. That small gesture made your heart flutter. “It’s a gift from you. That already makes it perfect.”
“I got it!” Luna’s excitement stopped you from responding to your husband. She was already marching over, choker in hand.
“Wake your siblings first,” you said quickly while raising your hand to Neteyam’s eyes. He wasn’t allowed to see his gift yet.
Lunapey groaned but complied quickly. “K’eyvu! Hanu!” her loud voice boomed through the kelku, making Neteyam chuckle. “Wake up! We’re going to give dad his gift!”
The two boys woke up, but both at a different pace. K’eyvu was already wide awake, crawling over to you, while Hanu pushed himself up slowly, blinking up at you. His hair was all over the place, making you grin as you ushered him over to you.
After K’eyvu sat down next to you and Hanu finally made his way into your lap, only to fall asleep again, Neteyam spoke. “May I look now?”
“No,” Lunapey sat down on her knees next to him, holding the choker in her palms like it was some treasure. “Hold out your hands.”
Neteyam obliged, keeping his eyes closed as he held out his hands, palms facing upward. Luna slowly placed the choker on her father’s palms, smiling proudly. “You may open them now.”
And he did. You watched his expression closely. The last time Neteyam wore this choker was a couple of months ago. He thought he would never wear it again, and you could see the surprise on his face as his eyes fell on the piece of jewellery.
“We made it ourselves!’ K’eyvu said proudly, scooting closer to watch his father’s expression. Neteyam was silent for a moment, his thumbs brushing over the new beads. They used to be green and blue. Now they were red and purple.
“This is perfect.” Your husband’s voice was soft, filled with awe and gratitude. The children beamed, and so did you. You had put in a lot of effort into making this. Neteyam’s reaction was rewarding.
“We made it ourselves!” K’eyvu repeated his earlier words. Lunapey added too: “We found some rocks and helped mommy make it.”
Neteyam’s response was wrapping his arms around the two children, pulling them into his chest. “This is perfect,” he repeated. “Really. Irayo.”
All that hard work hasn’t been for nothing. You never thought Neteyam wouldn’t like his gift, but hearing his gratitude made your heart swell just a little more. And when his gaze fell on you, your heart swelled even more.
Neteyam opened one of his arms and invited you in for the hug. You complied without hesitation, still holding Hanu in your lap as your free arm wrapped around Neteyam.
“I thought you might want to wear it again,” you muttered against his chest.
“It is perfect, ma yawne,” he whispered back before pressing a soft kiss to your head before repeating the gesture to his children. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my love.” You lifted your head to give his lips a proper kiss. “Happy Father’s day.”
