"Goo goo goo."
Ares snapped out of his thoughts at the soft cooing.
The milk bottle had slipped to Aldwin's cheek instead of his mouth, and the baby wiggled his head, trying to find the right spot.
Ares couldn't help but smile.
There were so many strange things in this house, but that strangeness was what made him feel less like an outsider. He wasn't blending into just one race.
In fact, everyone was different.
Carefully, he rose from the chair, holding Aldwin securely in one arm while balancing the bottle with his other hand.
He walked toward the kitchen, spotting Auntie Wina from a distance. She refused to be called 'Madam' or 'Milady.'
Everyone in the house—except Gara—called her Auntie Wina. So Ares did too.
"Auntie, look at Aldwin. He's adorable," Ares said, presenting the baby's struggle to get his milk, which they found so cute.
Wina's smile softened as she looked at Aldwin. "My little grandson is growing so fast."
