Keaton really had his hands full, dealing with her and now Fiona too.
"Got it," Fiona nodded, playing along.
"Flora, open up."
As the mother and daughter chatted away, a man's arm suddenly reached over. Flora glanced up, smiling at the man before her, and opened her mouth as he popped a freshly made pastry in.
"How's it taste?" Connor asked softly.
"It's a bit bland, I want something sweeter," Flora pouted, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I want something even sweeter."
"Nope, too much sugar isn't good for you," Connor chuckled, gently ruffling her hair. His eyes, deep and calm, were filled with love and indulgence.
Flora's sweet tooth had only grown stronger with age, but she knew too much sugar wasn't great for her health.
Flora wasn't thrilled: "Connor, you weren't like this before. You used to do whatever I said."
"I still do whatever you say, my dear wife. I wouldn't dare not to." Connor's lips curved into a playful smile, then he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "I'm sweet too, if you’re craving something sweet, you can have me."
Fiona: "..."
She could really do without her parents' lovey-dovey moments.
"Dad! I'm still here!" she shouted, exasperated.
Connor finally noticed her, glancing at the phone screen.
Suddenly, his expression shifted.
"Where are you?"
Fiona felt a pang of guilt.
"Where else would I be... at home..."
"Whose home?" Connor pressed on.
"My home..."
"Doesn't look like it. Move the camera back a bit."
Fiona: "..."
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