“What did I say about your hour-long baths?” Ing had reprimanded the wedded couple upon entering his home. Orion just grinned cheekily as a hue of red painted his cheeks. Deneb flashed his son-in-law an apologetic smile and ushered them to enter. Laelaps just stuck her tongue out at Ing who rolled his eyes in response. She hugged Ing. “That hasn’t worked since you were 15, dear.”
“Love you too Papa Ing .” She patted him on the shoulder. Orion walks off to the kitchen and helps Deneb set the table.
“Your husband rubs off on you.” Ing brushed a lock of her hair behind her pointed ear. “What happened to your trademark scowl?”
“You mean our trademark scowl.” She corrected him. Ing smirked.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead. Laelaps hummed.
“Are we forgiven?” She questioned.
“I’ll think about it.” Ing quipped, turning. She scoffed and chuckled to herself. Following the older gentleman as they relaxed in the living room. “Your in-laws won’t be able to make it for dinner.”