The Heir's Naughty Twins
58. Small and Tiny
"Why did Yuuki say that?"
Yujerian blinked innocently as if he did not understand why his mother asked. "Say what, Haha-ue?"
"Why did Yuuki say as if he was against Yuuki? Nani's? Yuuki's playing around?"
Seeing her brother being asked like that, Yuveria was obviously not silent. "Haha-ue, didn't Haha-ue say one shouldn't be daunted in front of the person threatening him? The aunt is hostile towards Haha-ue. So we gave him a warning."
Of course for Hestia and the parents, their behavior was only the children's momentary courage.
But since Yujerian was serious, he opened his voice even further. "I ...."
All eyes see it.
".... I feel like Haha-ue has been very scared since I got to this place."
Hestia's stunned.
"If Yuve and Haha-ue are scared, can't I help in the way I can?"
Then his eyes looked coldly at Eros.
"After all, we only have ourselves. Threes. Since long time ago."
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Eros sat pensively in bed after taking a bath and having dinner with her two children. Since Hestia will temporarily be around Darius making sure things go, Eros should be here accompanying them both—though both are more likely to need a Mandala than Eros.
He said the child's anger could subside if given toys and food. Candy or ice cream. But even if Eros bought them candy and ice cream all over the world, both would still give them a cold look.
Do both of them really wish Eros wasn't in their lives?
It feels like Eros is weak. Since he knew there were them, he who originally intended to bind Hestia instead became dragged along like this.
Moving out of his bed, Eros exited to the only other room on the second floor besides Eros's, where his two children slept.
The clock was still pointing to nine o'clock so Mandala was still standing in front of the door, guarding the two of them.
"Have you slept?"
Eros opened the door and went to a giant mattress that looked bigger because they looked so small.
He sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to touch them but afraid that the two would wake up and stare coldly again.
Eros' hands could only be held in the air, pitifully hoping for the day he had a chance to hold them before they grew up.
"You deserve to hate me."
Eros looked at her daughter's face and remembered how she cried when she first met.
Then looked at his son's face and remembered how he was asphyxiated, exhausted from bearing the burden Eros should bear as their father.
"You're right. It's my fault if it can't make Hestia believe."
Yuveria squirming. Stretching both of his hands wide while Yujerian slept very quietly.
Their personalities are very different.
Eros stared at the back of his hand which was overwritten by Yuveria's hand. Knowing she turns out not to be that sensitive, then without a doubt Eros touched her.
Wanting to cry silently when you know this is what it's like to touch a child's own hands.
Small-time.
Dinky.
This hand had already borne a lot of weight because Eros was not with them.
"Don't get hurt." Eros. Kissing that little hand as her tears fell without anyone knowing. "Don't cry and get hurt again. Hate me as long as you can. But do it while smiling and don't cry."
They ... have done well.
So now it's Eros and Hestia's turn.
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