The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 235 235 Thoughts as a parent

“Welcome home.”

When I grabbed lunch at the midday house and then went back to the house, Nico’s mother greeted me well.

For some reason, my cheeks are stubborn, perhaps because my hobby, paranoia, has been filled. I can’t say it’s only half evil this time, so I decided to keep a cold eye on it for now.

I’m blushing my cheeks that Shibako might have spotted me at midday, but I’m sure I’m doing something more radical in Shibako’s delusion.

“Welcome home, both of you. Oh, I used the stuff in the fridge on my own, okay?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I told you to use it”

In contrast to Shibako, Shudo looked calm and peeked at his face whilst wiping his hands to see if he was washing.

“Because if there’s anything missing, I’ll go shopping again. Use it as you please.”

“Oh, if you two are going to stay for a few days, you have to go shopping because you don’t have enough ingredients. Because it’s a corner.”

“Oh, shall we go shopping later then? I have a car.”

Basically, Shibako, who likes to do the midday thing for her righteous daughter (planned), is smiling in her upper mood because she is shopping with her.

“Oh. Then Shibako go shopping with Vertebra. I’ll clean up with Zhou.”

“Oh, is Shudo okay?

“I’m still staying in this house. You can still talk later. There will be things I would like to talk about with two women…”

“Wouldn’t two men have something to talk about?

“Mm-hmm. I wonder. But there are a few things I want to talk to Zhou about.”

I can imagine it from my mother, but I can’t really imagine what my father would tell me, so I look at Shudo’s face unexpectedly, but he just smiles calmly.

I don’t think he wants to hear about last night, and he won’t want to hear about it personally. I am very grateful for the attitude you respect, but sometimes it is hard to read what you are thinking on the other hand.

If he swam his gaze in awkwardness at the glittering look of Shudo, Shibako was trying to pull his midday hand out quickly and just to get him out.

For your own pleasure and perhaps to prepare a place to talk.

“Shall we go early then? It’s a corner, so I’d like you to share some of the best cafes around here.”

“Oh, you know, Shibako”

“Midday, let me tell you something good, shall we go out?”

“Yes, good thing…?

“Enjoy yourself after you go.”

Smiling, my spine shivered for some reason at Shikoko, who had a smiling smile that was different from Shudo’s, but shortly after they stopped, the two would leave. At midday when I followed Shibako while worrying about this one, I guess it was because I cared about this one because I cared about the good things.

Shu Dou smiled bitterly at the house, quiet at once, and went back to the kitchen.

Zhou also gave me a peek in the face to try to help, and he smiled and prepared, “Because cleaning up is an excuse,” and I was handed a glass of iced coffee with water coming out.

Roaring small at the smoothness of some prediction, Zhou honestly sits on the couch in the living room with a glass for two.

Shu Dou, sitting next to him, cheeked at the uncomfortable as he turned only a quiet and calm glance.

“… what does Dad want to talk to me about?”

“Right. I’m glad you and Mr. Vertebra are getting along.”

“Thanks for that.”

It was such a reassuring, reassuring voice that I was impressed rather than distracted, so I pulled the toge out of my voice and returned it.

I know it’s not the kind of personality to ask about root digging leaves digging, but it still makes me feel like I’m being asked about social relationships.

However, the inquiry doesn’t fly like Zhou expected, and he smiles happily, “It’s a good thing we’re close,” so he also falls out of venom with Toge.

“… really, Dad won’t say anything”

“Because if you ask, it’s Zhou who’s shy. You’ll be stubborn.”

“Shut up.”

I was embarrassed that everything seemed to be spotted, and if I turned away, I could hear a laugh.

“Besides, it doesn’t look like he’s doing anything about it.”

The usual smile greets Shudo when he groans that they are worse than their mother in a certain sense to the sound of certainty.

“Well, isn’t that what I’m gonna say anyway? It’s about Zhou, so I guess I spent a lot of time thinking about it. It’s a good place for you and a bad place for you.”

“… this is the right thing to do later.”

“You say you’re a high school student while my son, but you’re being rational a lot. Well, I know it’s a bummer.”

“… you have no choice”

“Yeah, you are.”

So did I. Shudo, who laughed for a while, stared around with a smile-dampening look.

“Oh, Zhou”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t worry about the cost, okay?

To that one word, Zhou made himself strong.

Both Zhou and Midday have a common perception that they will marry in the future. That’s why I took care of my midday body now and the future and made a choice not to overlap my body. Convinced, it happened last night.

From there, the realistic issues ahead – in terms of costs and permission from parents at midday – were something Zhou was thinking about without talking about at midday.

If we’re going to get married, it’s obvious, but there’s going to be financial problems. Considering what to do with the ceremony, residence, income, etc. and what to do after putting in the book, I didn’t think I could be tied just to dream.

If you harden that without expecting Shudo to say it, you are still smiling bitterly in such a way.

“Zhou and, as the parents of Mr. Vertebra, I want to bless you. Instead, I want kids like Mr. Vertebra to be happy without worries, and my son to be happy. I think you should let me do this.”

“… isn’t that what we do for ourselves?”

“When will that be?”

“Ugh.”

When they say that, there is something hard.

If we wanted to do it all ourselves, it would be like being in the second or third grade of society and finally being able to prepare it. I don’t want to be indispensable in a ceremony that is an admiration for women, and I want to see midday dresses and white innocence.

However, I was suffering because I also know that was an act that kept me waiting for midday.

“Mr. Vertebra, do you want to keep him waiting? Especially for girls, time is precious, right?

“Ugh…. Still.”

“For me, I think the ceremony is a gateway and the last big gift I get from my parents. My sweet son and daughter are going to live off their parents’ hands, so I want my parents to help.”

Hu Dou, who smiled and mouthed the coffee, moistens his mouth and then opens it again.

“Of course, if we decide to do it all, I support it. If not, we’d like to celebrate Mr. Vertebra’s parents’ share.”

Both Shudo and Shibako knew that they were going to take the place of their parents knowing the midday home environment. Like my real daughter, and like my stepdaughter, I can see that you care about midday.

He’s right, I guess he’s instilling love as a parent at midday for the midday parents he hasn’t been given before. That’s also why I see it as a wind trying to compromise and I’m not going to give in.

Shu Dou, laughing through Zhou, wondering if it was really sweet, sneezed and miscellaneously stroked Zhou’s hair.

“You’ve always been bad at being sweet and relying on it, haven’t you? I hope you don’t mind. Let me do something parental.”

“… they’re making me sweet enough”

“That’s not true. Instead of losing my rebellion, I just grew up on my own, and I missed you, didn’t I?

Zhou never stopped his hand in Shu Dou, who was unwilling to stop his stroking hand.

It’s ticklish, embarrassing, but I don’t hate it. The trust and reassurance in parents had made me honestly accept this act.

“You just have to let Zhou be your parent and show me your grandson’s face. It’s okay to be filial after our lives have stabilized. Fortunately, both I and Shibako are healthy. I’m looking out for my health, and I’m going to live a long family life. Give it back to me before I die.”

Zhou lowered his brow butt and spoiled and accepted to treat him as a child, feeling the thought of twitching and staining his chest, glad that these people were children, to Shu Dou, who laughed and treated Zhou as a child.