Sienna’s POV
I giggled, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the corners of his mouth. “Look at you, a milk kitty.”
Noah laughed.
“Meoow,” he said, sticking out his tongue.
Liam shook his head lightly, his smile never fading. “Every morning is always like this,” he said, looking at the two of us. “Noisy, but I like it.”
I took a bite of my omelet, then replied lightly, “Better noisy than quiet.”
Liam nodded in agreement. He picked up a piece of fruit from the center plate and placed it on Noah’s plate. “Eat this too.
Noah stared at the fruit for a long moment, then looked up. “If Noah eats it, will Daddy come home faster?”
Liam and I exchanged a glance. Liam smiled gently.”
Daddy will come home as soon as possible whether Noah eats it or not. But if Noah eats it, Mommy will be happy.”
Noah considered it as if it were a very serious decision, then finally put the fruit into his mouth. His expression immediately changed. “Sweet.”
“See?” I said with a proud smile.
We ate while sharing small stories. Liam talked a littleabout the city he was traveling to not in detail, just enough to make Noah imagine Daddy flying on an airplane. Noah immediately mimicked the sound of a plane, making the dining table lively again.
“Careful, your plate might take off,” | teased when his hand nearly bumped a glass.
“Noah pilot,” he said confidently.
Liam chuckled. “Daddy’s little pilot.”
I watched the two of them, realizing how moments like this felt precious precisely because of their simplicity. No big plans, no excessive promises. Just breakfast, laughter, and each other’s presence.
Every now and then, Liam glanced at the watch on his wrist, but he didn’t seem rushed. He kept feeding Noah when the boy started to slow down, kept listening to every little story, as if he wanted to keep this morning whole before leaving.
“Mommy,” Noah suddenly called. “When Daddy comes home, can we eat pizza again?”
I laughed softly. “Pizza again?”
Liam laughed too. “Looks like pizza has become our family’s official food.”
“Official!” Noah nodded firmly.
I let out a light sigh, but my smile didn’t fade. “Alright, butnext time Mommy cooks too.”
The three of us ate in a relaxed atmosphere. Every so often, Liam fed me a bite from his plate, pretending it was accidental, making me roll my eyes and making Noah laugh because he thought his parents were being strange.
“Daddy’s naughty!” Noah exclaimed
Liam just shrugged innocently. “What? Daddy just wanted to share good food with Mommy.”
Hightly tapped his arm. “Just eat, before it gets cold.”
That breakfast felt special, even though it was very simple. Maybe because we knew Liam would be leaving soon. Maybe because there was a desire to hold onto as many moments as possible before the front door closed behind him.
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