Back in the hotel, Eugene was going into a full protective mode, and Arthur allowed himself to be pampered like a shivering child.
Blanket around him, Arthur leaned against Eugene's chest, the way they did it on the night Eugene asked him to kiss the omega. A large tray of cakes they bought from the hotel's patisserie was on the bedside table--two-thirds of them were already inside their stomach.
While Eugene was stroking the brown hair--already fluffy again after a quick comforting bath--Arthur held his phone high to wait for Hannah's call, humming a tune Eugene recognized as his melody. Right at the usual time--which they missed the day before--Arthur's phone rang, and he answered it in less than a second.
"Good morning, Princess!"
[Daddy?] Hannah rubbed her eyes on the screen, still holding Mr. Powder with one hand. Shirley had given her a stand for the phone so she didn't have to hold it with her hands. [Why Daddy look pale?]
