Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180726222932/@comment-33398500-20181020125806

Those two have GOT to be kidding me.

As soon as I got back from work today, Mika met me at the door, eyeing me with suspicion. “You’re late. Kitchen. Now.” Was all she said to me. I was really hoping she wasn’t going to try to make a move on me while she was cooking again, as it always made quite a mess when something would get knocked over on accident.

“All right, I guess.” I responded, following her into the kitchen, where our three minotaur daughters were currently sitting, the youngest looking as if she might jump out of her chair at any moment and just crawling off out of the room.

“So what’s this about, Mika?” I asked, confused.

“This.” Mika stated angrily, nearly slamming an ice cream container down in the middle of the table. “Who. Ate. This? You all know this is my favourite flavour, and I was saving this for today! So who ate the rest of it!?”

It was a small thing, but I knew Mika, and she could be impulsive when she cared about something, especially something she liked. Looking at the girls at the table, I knew for a fact that the three of them ate it just from the guilty expressions the two older girls gave, the youngest probably confused about why they were there at all.

“Mika. Gonna tell you the truth right now. I did it.” I then told her, leading to a look of shock from her and genuine surprise from the kids. “YOU ate my ice cream!? You know how much I like it!” she now vented at me, looking as if she would charge me into a wall at any second.

Nodding along, I smiled a bit “Well, you know, I get hungry too, and it was just looking so good in there that I couldn’t help myself… you have such good taste in food after all…”

“Don’t try to butter me up, honey! You’re gonna pay for this!” she then nearly shouted, giving me a glare way out of proportion to this situation.

However, my smile never left my face as I finally brought the small bag out from around me that I’d picked up at the store on the way home. “You never asked me why I was late…” I started, before adding “…I knew you were running low on the ice cream in the first place, but I still felt bad about eating it myself… so it just so happens…” I concluded, now drawing the new container I’d picked up out of the bag.

Lighting up immediately upon seeing the larger container in my hand, she grabbed it with both hands “Thank you, honey!” she exclaimed, now hugging me happily, her mood reversed in an instant.

“You know, I figured there wasn’t enough in there to properly enjoy anyway. So there you go.” I finished, smiling at her cheerful expression. “You three may leave.” I then stated, the other girls getting up, before I added “But keep a close eye on your sister, okay? We don’t want her flipping the chair over on accident again, right?”

This had actually happened before, and I didn’t want to have to deal with any broken stuff today.

Mika, having put the ice cream in the freezer, then said quietly “Bedroom. Now.” This led me to follow her back to our soundproofed bedroom, and her locking the door behind me. “Gotta say, honey, your ‘hero dad’ act was certainly convincing. Even I almost thought you actually ate my ice cream.” She giggled, face somewhat flushed right now.

“What are you talking about, dear? I did eat the ice cream, then bought the bigger batch to make it up to you. It worked! You were so happy!” I finished.

“You’re a good father, Victor.” Mika then stated honestly, pushing herself into me now, and grabbing me. “Speaking of which…” before practically throwing me into bed “…the girls need another sister~” now clambering in after me.

I was REALLY glad we sprung for the soundproofing in our bedroom…