Silence lingered between the two for a brief moment before Arthur covered his mouth with his palm.
"Ouch, you bit my tongue."
Amelia stared at him, confused yet amused, then burst into laughter. "You're really crazy, Art."
Arthur smiled as she tried to hold in her laughter. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bite you." She cupped his cheeks and gently blew on his lips. "There, there. I hope my baby Arthur is alright?"
Arthur ruffled her hair. "You know I'm not a baby, right?"
She leaned against his chest, as if certain he would catch her. "Well, you're my baby."
Arthur froze as he felt a pair of eyes practically searing through him.
Turning to the left, he locked eyes with Sylvia, who had poked her head out of the door. The moment she saw him, she pulled back, then stepped into the room like she hadn't just been spying.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed. "I see you've revived her memories."
