PYRO’S POV
Her adorable chuckle made me chuckle, too. I was teaching her the simple keys on the piano. I watched her small hands placed to where I taught.
"We have no piano in our pack, but Papa established recyclable woods so I can play." I could see the spark of happiness in the depths of her eyes. Her small voice was just like a piece of music in my ear.
"How’s your Mama?"
Her cute small eyes widened. "You know my Mama?"
"Yes, we’re…" I gazed down on the piano, "friends."
"Really? Mama is not feeling well. Papa said she might be pregnant."
I could not move my body. It was like the cold water was bathed into my body.
"Or maybe she’s sick? She’s taking care of me all night, all day. I felt sorry for my mother, she has a naughty child. I promised her, I’ll not be the cause of her headache again."
"Why was that so?"