Caelen had dressed Eiran in a new neat dress. He was feeling nervous about how Moren would react.
They were settled on the floor as Eiran was playing with blocks. Caelen had glanced at Eiran countless times to make sure he was looking good.
Why am I feeling this nervous? He looked like a good person. What if he rejects my son because he is out of wedlock?
Then I am going to hate him a lot.
Moren entered the living room almost running and froze at the sight of Eiran, who was lost in arranging blocks. His pupils expanded.
"Eiran, your uncle is here." Caelen helped Eiran stand up, and Eiran looked at Moren shyly.
Moren leapt toward him and took him in his arms with a big smile. Caelen was quite surprised by his reaction. Moren kissed Eiran's forehead.
"Hi, I am Moren. I'm so happy to meet you."
"Hi." Eiran's tiny voice gave Moren butterflies, and he patted him gently.
"He looks just like brother!" Moren couldn't stop smiling.
