âWerenât you? Look, your eyes are still red,â Elma teased gently.
âI was justâ¦â
âSorry,â Lyndon interrupted, his voice soft and sincere.
Tilda swallowed her words, looking at him in surprise.
âWhy are you apologizing? Itâs not your fault.
â
It was not his fault, yet he still apologized.
He felt like he failed his duties as a husband and a father.
He failed to protect Tilda and Sheldon well.
Lyndon said nothing, his dark eyes filled of regret.
Sheldon sensed the tension.
Were mom and dad having a disgareement?
Sheldon blinked at Tilda with his wide, doe-like eyes and said, âMom, Iâm thirsty.
â
Tilda handed him his water bottle.
âHere, sweetheart.
â
Sheldon took several gulps, then turned to Lyndon.
âDad, are you thirsty?â
âIâm fine,â Lyndon replied.
âYou went to see me after your work.
You must be thirsty.
Here, drink,â Sheldon insisted, offering his water bottle.
Lyndon raised an eyebrow.
âThis is your bottle.
â
Sheldon grinned.
âI donât mind sharing with you.
â
Lyndon chuckled.
âBut I doâ¦â
âDad, do you mind my saliva?â Sheldon asked, eyes wide with innocence.
Lyndon Laughed softly.
âNo, I mind my own.
â
âItâs okay.
I donât mind.
Just drink,â Sheldon urged.
Watching their interaction, Tilda felt a mix of emotions.
âAlright, sharing isnât very hygienic.
Iâll get your dad a fresh cup of water,â she said, moving to get a cup.
Sheldon glanced at her with a mischievous smile.
âBut Mom, why can you and Dad share a cup of water?â