"From the part you talked about Raiden," I reply. No use lying to him as if he's some kid.
Dad visibly relaxes in his seat at my reply, letting out a heavy breath as he gently places my mother's hand back on her tummy.
Good, he's careful with her.
I remain rooted on the door, not able to bring myself to enter deep inside the room and face him. I'm usually immune to awkwardness because I don't care about other people's opinions that much, but given how I got caught eavesdropping just now, I don't think I'll be able to handle being around him for long; and he's not showing signs of leaving any time soon.
"When did you upgrade your mother's room?" He changes the topic before I start asking questions, adjusting mom's blanket.
