During dinner, Nox personally served Alexander’s food, just as Noah had asked him to. But even after a few minutes had passed, the kitchen was still quiet, filled only with the sound of spoons and forks touching the plates.
“You won’t let me hear your voice, bud?” Nox asked softly, his tone gentle and playful. Alexander looked at him and gave him a small smile, which made Nox smile back warmly. “Alright, you win. I’ll wait patiently until you decide to speak to me,” he added, reaching out to ruffle the little boy’s hair with love.
“Let’s eat,” Noah said, smiling at his husband as if to reassure him.
And then, out of nowhere, Alexander opened his mouth.
“Dad,” he said clearly.
Nox froze in shock, his spoon slipping from his hand. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he couldn’t
