Alexander's small body blocked the doorway, and although it was no real barrier, he stubbornly stood there for quite a while.
"What's this? Not planning to let me in?" Asher Land leaned down with interest, looking at the little guy with a stubborn face.
"Uncle, why do you always come in the evenings?" Alexander pouted his little mouth.
"Don't you worry about me." Even to a five-year-old, Asher Land's arrogant and domineering aura was unmistakable.
Sophie Smith was genuinely afraid of the interaction between the two fathers and sons, and she tugged on Asher Land's sleeve, signaling him to be more mindful in his speech.
"Alexander, make way, we need to go in." Sophie coaxed softly, "Didn't you promise mommy that you wouldn't make her sad and disappointed anymore?"
Alexander fiddled with his little head. Yes, he knew his mommy liked his uncle, and not wanting to disappoint her, he shouldn't oppose him.
