【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"Yes, stagger them. Leave spaces between the flower heads so they don't get crushed when they dry."

The table was covered with flowers of all colors, all cut from the garden.Naranja sat on Apache's lap and carefully followed Alpha's instructions to wrap the flower branches with cotton thread.

But Mista, who was sitting on the other side, was obviously absent-minded, roughly pulling the leaves down from the branches.The young nanny lowered her head when she saw it, and leaned closer to the boy's ear: "Has the soul followed Mr. Bugarati to the classroom?"

Being caught by the other party's words, the boy tilted his head and looked at Apache, tearing the delphinium with his little hands restlessly.I went out just after dinner, and today is the once-a-semester "disaster day" - the parent meeting.

Bucgarati seemed to be in a good mood before departure, and he seems to be in a good mood recently.Mista thought, but it’s all right, no matter how Bugara felt before the announcement, anyway, every time he came back from the parent-teacher meeting, he would always be beaten up.

"Apaki, what should we do?" Mista glanced at the grandfather clock in the living room. The copper cast pendulum had just swung nine times to tell the time. Bugarati had been away for two hours and was almost coming back soon.

"You ask me, I can't help it." Apaki fiddled with the flowers that Nalanja had just finished processing in his arms, and the little boy continued to play with the next bunch without stopping. Alpha looked back at the melancholy boy, lowered his head and said softly, "Recall what you have done recently."

"I don't know, oops! If I know, I won't say anything." Mista angrily threw the flowers back on the table, turned her head and hid her little head in her elbow.After waiting for a while and seeing that the man didn't respond, Mista got up from the table and grabbed Apache's sleeve in a hurry: "Apaki, please help me figure out a solution! What should I do?"

"I don't even know what you did, how can I help you?"

"Just help me survive tonight, and he will be much less angry when he wakes up tomorrow!" Mista rolled his big black eyeballs and thought for a while, "I don't think he has been on good terms with you recently. Hurry up and help me!"

Apaki was caught off guard and coughed fiercely: "What do you mean 'he has been with me recently'?"

"Oh!" Mista said in a hurry, "I think he laughs when he sees you now, and you two are always hiding together and whispering."

"When did you see it? Don't talk nonsense!" Apaki glanced at Naranja in his arms, and the little boy also stopped his work and raised his head to look at himself with big innocent eyes. Alpha straightened his face, looked at the boys solemnly and said, "Mr. Bugarati and I said 'whisper', and that was all about educating you."

"But that day..."

"Mista, let me tell you, there is only one way to escape this catastrophe now." Apache hurriedly opened his mouth and interrupted Mista before he could say something even more unexplainable. Fortunately, he also succeeded diverted the boy's attention.

"Really?!" The boy was obviously very excited, shaking Apache's arm and urged: "Say it!"

"Hurry up and go to bed now, Bugarati won't scold you when you fall asleep." Apaki looked down at Naranja, "Let's all go to sleep."

"But Naranja doesn't want to sleep yet." The little boy in his arms protested, "Didn't Leo say that today he will teach us to hang up all the flowers and wait until Christmas?"

"It's too late today, Naranga. It's already nine o'clock, you should go to bed, we'll do it tomorrow."

Alpha picked up the little boy and rushed upstairs, turning back to signal Mista, who was still stunned by the dining table, to follow quickly.

"What, you said you didn't want to sleep, and you fell asleep before you finished telling a story."

Mista knelt and sat on his single bed, looking at his silly brother who was lying in it 10 minutes ago and was noisy, and now he has quietly fallen asleep.

Apaki put the storybook aside and stuffed Mista into the bed.

"Go to bed quickly, Mr. Bugarati should be back."

"Apaki, is this really effective?" Mista poked out half of his head from under the bed, "Would Bugarati pick me up from the bed and beat me up again?"

"I don't know, if that's the case, then I can't save you." Alpha stood beside the bed and secretly opened the curtain on one side. The car downstairs turned off the lights, and Apache quickly turned around and squeezed into Mista. "Close your eyes! Your dad is back!"

Hearing this, the boy quickly closed his eyes and hid under the quilt.Apaki was lying on the outside of the small bed to protect the two boys. At this moment, the room was pitch black. The man thought about it and got up from the darkness, turned on the small lamp on the desk beside him, picked up the storybook and opened a page casually. In his own hands, he pretended to tell the children a bedtime story and fell asleep after telling the children.

Sure enough, not long after I parked my car in Bugarati, I heard the hurried footsteps of a man on the stairs, which sounded like he was going straight to Mista's door.

Mista was terrified all over, Apache reached out and patted the boy's shoulder to remind in a low voice: "Don't move, don't move later!"

The next moment, the door opened suddenly, and Apaki narrowed his eyes secretly with his back to the door. The light was projected on the wall, and Bugarati's shadow was stretched very long.

Omega came in and stood by the bed.Apaki didn't dare to open his eyes again, but he seemed to feel that Bugarati was standing behind him condescendingly looking at him, which once made him feel oppressed back to his childhood when his parents checked his final exam results .

Mista hid in his arms and buried his face in his chest.Naranja played very well, after all, the only child here who really fell asleep was this child.

The room was so quiet that there was no sound, but Apache knew that Buccarati was still there.Mista wanted to move restlessly a few times, but was pushed back by his big hand hidden under the bed.

Finally, he heard a man's long cry in the silence.Immediately afterwards, he felt the storybook in his hand being taken away, Omega leaned over, and Apaki smelled the faint scent of lemon on the other person's body.Bugarati carried Naranja out of the bed, turned around and left the room, closing the door gently.

"He's gone?"

Mista finally poked his head out of the bed and asked Apache softly. Alpha turned his head and glanced at the closed door with lingering fear.

"Okay, I finally escaped a catastrophe, you should go to sleep too."

"But I can't sleep, Apache." The boy arched into the bed, and Naranja was taken away by Bugarati, and his activity area finally became larger. "Shall we chat?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

The boy was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft like a mosquito, but Apache could still hear it clearly.

"Apaki, I saw you and Bugarati kissing that day."

"When?! Where?!" Alpha's eyes widened instantly and he looked at the little boy in shock in his heart. Mista glanced at the man timidly, then quickly lowered his head and hid under the quilt with only his head exposed.

"...That night I went downstairs to get some potato chips and saw you guys coming out of the storage room...you kissed him on the face."

Apache didn't know how to answer, did he just make a fool of himself with a dry laugh?But Mista is already a big child, since he saw it and asked himself, it means that he hopes that he can give him a clear answer.

But it's really hard to say.Apaki's heart is complicated and entangled. He doesn't know what kind of answer Mista expects, and of course he may not be able to say what Mista expects.Damn it!The education book he bought hadn't read the chapter on how to talk to underage children about the love between parents.

With the weak light of the desk lamp, Mista secretly observed the man's frowning face, and the boy tried again in a low voice: "I don't think Bugarati seems to be disgusted, are you in a relationship?"

Apaki sighed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his purple-gold pupils stared at Mista's face closely: "Mista, it's very important for me to talk to you next. about your father, about me, and about yourself."

The boy swallowed, looked back at the man, and nodded vigorously.

"First of all, about this matter, your father—Mr. Bugarati doesn't want others to know, so you can't tell anyone, not even Naranga. You must first promise me to keep this secret."

Mista was a little hesitant when he heard that, and wanted to speak several times but he didn't make a sound. Apache waited quietly, and finally the boy just nodded.

"...First of all, I am indeed in a relationship with your father."

"Really?!" The boy looked a little excited, he wrapped the quilt around his body and squeezed towards Apache, "When did you start talking?"

"About... about a month ago."

"Do you love Bugarati? Apache." The boy looked at Alpha and asked.

Apache laughed, and he reached out and touched Mista's little head: "Love, I love him, I love your father very much. At the same time, I love you, Mista, and I also love Naranja, of course My love for you is not the same as my love for your father."

Mista couldn't understand. He was confused by the series of "love" in Apaki's mouth, but this did not prevent him from understanding the tenderness in the man's eyes.

"Then...then..." The boy didn't know what else to ask. He tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "Then will you marry Bugarati? Like Giorno's fathers."

"This... I can't say." Apache sighed, "I'm sorry, Mista. I can't give you an answer, because marriage is not something I can decide on alone."

"Oh...that's it." The boy nodded half-understanding.

"Then you want me to marry Mr. Bucciarati?"

"What will happen if we get married? I mean, will our lives change?"

"Hmm..." Apache thought for a while, recalling how the four of them got along now, and finally said slowly, "It seems that there will be no change." After thinking about it, Alpha added as if talking to himself "Probably my household registration will change."

"That's good." Mista said, and drilled into Apache's arms again, "You are a good father now, Apache."

Apache was startled when he heard the words, he didn't know that Mista didn't know the weight of what he said, but for Apache, for a moment, he only felt that the little boy in his arms was worthy of him. Give your life for him.

He wanted to cry a little, and the turmoil in his heart was no less than that night when Bugarati confessed to himself, but the emotions were not the same.

When Apache wanted to speak again, the door behind him was opened again.

One big one and one small moment recovered the unease they had when they pretended to be asleep. Bugarati's footsteps approached them again. Apaki didn't know if the other party heard their conversation at the door just now. He always felt that this time Bugarati's footsteps were exceptionally light, and he stood behind them for an exceptionally long time. Several times, even Apache himself couldn't help but want to look back.

Finally, Omega turned off the small lamp on the desk and left the room again.

Apaki breathed a sigh of relief when Mista, who was hiding in his arms, spoke again.

"Apache..."

"Ok?"

"...Actually...I have already told Giorno about your kiss with Buccarati."

"........."

When Naranja woke up, she was surprised to find that she was sleeping on Bugarati's bed.

"Boob!" The little boy opened his eyes wide and excitedly patted the man beside him. Omega was obviously still in a dream, and he opened his eyes and yawned bewildered by his little son.

"Be good, Naranja, it's still early."

Bugarati stretched out his arms to embrace the restless child, and sank back into his soft blanket.

Naranja put his arms around Bugarati's neck, looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have fallen asleep again with big eyes, and recalled the experience of last night.He seemed to be asleep in Mista's bed. Apache said he was telling them a bedtime story. What story did Apache tell?I seem to have forgotten, but why am I on Bugarati's bed now?

ah!Naranja's eyes widened suddenly, and he bit his lower lip tightly, it must be!It must be so!

"Boob!" The little boy hugged his father in distress and patted the other's shoulder with his small hands, imitating how men usually comfort him, "Did Boob have a nightmare at night! Bobu is not afraid!"

"Huh?" Bugarati opened his eyes again in a daze, and was extremely confused when he saw Naranja comforting himself with a serious face.

"What's wrong? Did Naranja have a nightmare?"

The little boy shook his head: "Nalanga didn't have a nightmare, it was Bubu who had a nightmare!"

Bugarati couldn't help laughing. Of course he knew best if he had a nightmare: "Why did Naranja say that I had a nightmare?"

"Boobu had a nightmare last night, and Bobu himself doesn't remember it." The little boy nodded, looking thoughtful, "Every time I have a nightmare, Bobu will take me to sleep with him, Bobu must It was a nightmare that's why I woke up this morning with Boo Boo."

"But is that also Naranja's own nightmare?"

"I didn't have a nightmare! Of course I know whether I have a nightmare or not!" The little boy spoke plausibly, and Bugarati couldn't help laughing.

"Then why did Naranja insist that I had a nightmare?"

"Because...because..." Nalanga hesitated. He sneaked a few glances at Bugarati who was looking at him with a smile, and replied in a low voice, "Because when I got up to go to the bathroom a few nights ago, I heard When you cry in the room, Boo Boo must have had a nightmare to cry."

"……Ugh?"

"Really!" Seeing Bugarati's face suddenly froze in disbelief, Nalanja hurriedly continued: "I heard you cry! It's still intermittent...I, I wanted to comfort you Yours, but I heard that Leo was also in your room, and he was calling your name, so I didn't knock on the door."

"what……"

"Boob, have you often had nightmares recently?"

Not really.Bugarati didn't know how to explain it. He looked down at the little boy lying in his arms, and he was trying to comfort himself in the way he usually comforted him.

Rather than having nightmares, I seem to have no time to dream recently.

After Naranga made such a fuss, Bugarati was already completely sleepless at this moment.It's a rare rest day. Although there are still clients to run in the afternoon, I originally planned to sleep in to make up for it.

When I went downstairs, I saw another person who got up early due to insomnia, no, this guy probably got enough sleep, he slept too early last night.

Thinking of this, Buccarati was so angry that he sneaked into the kitchen on tiptoe, and startled Apache with a sudden sound from behind.

"Mr. Bucciarati!"

The big boy in front of him was obviously frightened by him, and Bugarati was proud of himself, leaning against the bar with his waist in his arms.

"You went to bed early last night?"

"Cough." Apaki coughed dryly and dared not answer, quickly lowered his head and continued to prepare the vegetable salad in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Bugarati tilted his head to look at the person beside him, and stretched out his hand to pin the person's long hair behind his ear. "Do you still remember what I did last night?"

"What did I do?" Alpha turned around, reached out and tugged at the collar of Bugarati's pajamas, "Get dressed."

Omega snorted lightly, and buttoned his open neckline: "I did it to save face for you last night, otherwise I would have picked Mista out of bed and beat me up."

"What the hell is he doing?" Apache was really curious when he heard it.

"The little bastard wiped his snot on the girl's skirt! It was when her father held a parent-teacher meeting and sued me! Shame on me!"

Apache couldn't help laughing: "He himself told me that he doesn't remember at all."

"Haha! Sure enough! I knew you must have colluded with him last night!" Bugarati glared at Apache, Alpha was speechless and could only raise his hands in surrender.

"Wait, you woke up, did the little bastard wake up too?"

"You can talk about it when he gets up..." Before Apaki could finish speaking, Bugarati had turned around and rushed back upstairs. After a while, Mista's screams came through the floor.

"I didn't use her skirt as a tissue!"

"It was Lina who stood in front of me when I sneezed!"

"Wouldn't it be better to wash it!"

"Snot...of course snot is disgusting..."

"Oops I don't remember!"

"..."

When Apache served all the breakfast on the table, Bugarati also came back from upstairs.

Alpha looked up at the ceiling, silently mourning for poor Mista in his heart.

"'Education' over?"

Bugarati nodded, picked up the teapot beside him and poured himself a cup.The little ones are fine, now it's time to educate the big ones.

"Do you know what Naranja told me this morning?"

"What?" Apache sat opposite Bugarati, biting the bread in his hand.

Omega blushed: "He...he heard the voices of the two of us."

Apaki almost choked to death with a mouthful of bread, which was much more "exciting" than Mista said last night seeing him and Bugarati kissing each other.

"He...then he...he..."

Alpha was incoherent for a while, Buccarati poured him a cup of black tea and comforted him: "Fortunately, he...is not very smart, he can't react, he thought I was crying and you were comforting me."

"Ah...that's...very good."

"Apaki." Bugarati put down his teacup and organized his words for a while, "I think we'd better restrain ourselves at home in the future."

"I'm usually quite restrained." The little Alpha obviously expressed dissatisfaction with this proposal, "There are some things you can't hide."

Bugarati looked up at the other party, only to feel that the man had "unhappy" written all over his body.

"Anyway, I have to go to the hotel to do it in the future, and I'm not allowed to stay at home."

"Oh."

"Also, I signed up Naranja for an airplane model class, so you don't have to take him to school in the future. He likes airplanes so much, so I just let him play by himself."

Apaki turned his head secretly, but Bugarati was also looking at him, and the four eyes met for a moment, and the big boy quickly turned his head away in a fit of anger.

"It just so happens that I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" Bugara asked, "What is it?"

Apaki pursed his lips, and spoke a little proudly: "Mista said that I am a good father."

Bugarati was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Apache turned around and looked at the man in front of him who was rolling forward and backward with laughter.Bugarati wiped the tears from his eyes, tilted his head and said, "I agree."

Omega calmed down, propped his chin up on the dining table with one hand, looked at the big boy in front of him with blue eyes as if silently examining.After a moment of silence, he spoke again, with an endless smile on his lips.

"You are indeed a good father."

-TBC-