"B-but… Fransesca…"
Garius flinched, his hand instinctively flying toward where her fingers were digging into his side.
"Our youngest son is no longer a child… he's nearly an adult now…"
Fransesca's smile remained sweet, but her eyes held a dangerous glint, and her pinch only grew harder.
"No~ My honey bun is still my honey bun. No matter how old he gets, he will always be my little boy."
She tilted her head, her voice dropping into a silken threat.
"If you really want to see grandchildren from our honey bun, perhaps you should first fulfill your promise to those other two girls you promised to marry. That would align with your wish for a bigger family, wouldn't it?"
Garius winced, his voice strained. "H-Honey… we… we can talk about that… but first… can you please let go? My… my beautiful queen…"
Fransesca's smile softened, but her grip remained. She turned her gaze toward her sons and stepsons, her voice carrying a calm, commanding tone.
