Chapter three

After the heated argument between Page and Autumn, Autumn stormed out angrily from the bath house fully dressed but she forgot to dry her hair; wetting her dry dress in the process. As she entered through the door, the smell of freshly made crouton and tea hit her nostrils and her mouth watered.

Throwing her previous clothes into the hamper, she walked through the arc shaped corridor to the kitchen. Her father had arranged breakfast and he had his back to her, hanging a pot in the alcoves. She sneaked towards the dinning table to steal a crouton but her hand was slapped away even before her fingers could touch it. Autumn pouted and stood straight to glare at her father.

"Only one person can make me scared with that gaze".

"Your wife". Autumn mimicked his voice and rolled her eyes. Songs gaze moved to her shoulder and he smiled when he saw her skin lined with goosebumps.

"You forgot to dry your hair again". He moved to get a towel.

"Oh! about that, it's temporary; no need to stress yourself dad". He was in front of her with a towel in his hand.

"Turn around".

"I'm not a child anymore dad". She grumbled but did what he asked.

"What does drying your hair have to do with being a child?". He asked confused.

"Forget about it". She closed her eyes when he ran the towel through her hair; the images of her younger self sitting in front of a dressing table played in her head. Sometimes, she would deliberately wet her hair or not dry it after a bath in order for her father to help her with it. Her little legs swung back and forth as her father helped her dry her hair.

"Autumn!".

"Yes father". Little Autumn replied and looked at her father through the mirror. Song smiled when he heard her sing song voice.

"Do not forget to dry your hair in the future so you don't catch a cold". She seemed to think for a moment as a naughty smile played at the corner of her lips.

"Ok..." She drawled and continued humming.

Autumn opened her eyes to find her mother leaning against the wall with a hand on her baby bump, caressing it. Emerson eyes softened when she saw the scene before her.

"Father and daughter duo. I'm jealous".

"Don't be, you have me". He wiggled his brows at Emerson and she blushed while Autumn could feel her tongue sticking out to touch the floor in her head.

Did they always have to do that in front of her???

"You know, you both could use a room". She blurted out; making Emerson and Song share a look.

"Sadly". A down casted look crossed his manly features. "I can't do anything to her given her current condition". Emerson covered her face with both hands while Autumns mouth fell open.

What the heck...

"Dad!!!". Autumn called out and turned to grab the damp towel from Songs hand. He let her take it from him but not without flashing her a cute smile.

"I refuse to die from too much dirty talks". Autumn patted her chest and muttered while Song helped Emerson settle on a seat at the dinning table. Autumn had thrown the damp towel into the hamper and come back to take a seat opposite her parents. She did the sharing of the crouton while Song did the pouring of the tea.

"I guess that's settled". Autumn mumbled and looked up in time to see her mother looking at her with a sad expression.

"I didn't do something wrong again, did I?". Emerson shook her head and opened her mouth to speak.

"It's just that I want a baby girl again". Song choked on his tea when he heard what Emerson uttered.

"I want a boy". He countered.

"You are not getting that from me". Emerson said and supported her chin with her hand resting on the table to stare at him.

"Are you sure?". Songs voice deepened and his eyes seemed to change color for a fleeting second. Only the couples understood the meaning of what happened while the oblivious Autumn ate her food in silence, listening to the childish banter between her parents.

"I didn't get to comb and dry Autumns hair when she was little and her first word was 'dada". Emerson sulked.

"Jealous?". Song countered and leaned in to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Emersons ear.

"We have an underage girl sitting opposite us Song". Emerson whispered but of course it was pointless since Autumn heard it.

"I'm not underage". Autumn protested and looked at her father who had a naughty smile dancing at the corner of his lips.

"Don't worry". Song said and wiggled his brows at Autumn. "Very soon she would be asking for different positions to please her partner". Autumns face reddened as she was at loss for words while something dirty seemed to play in Emersons head.

After their lively breakfast, Song rushed into his study room while Autumn prepared for work. Song had his back resting on his study room door as he took out a kerchief from his pocket to cough into it, making sure to morph the sound with the kerchief. He pulled his hand back to see black black blood lined up on the kerchief; a sigh escaped his mouth as he already knew his fate.

It had gotten worse and he couldn't afford Emerson or Autumn getting to find out. Emersons worry over him lately was something he was wary of and as for his beloved daughter Autumn, he didn't want her to do something stupid. Earlier, she had managed to break through the barrier he had put up when Emerson talked about his illness; her powers was increasing day by day.