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[It's late, or at least what you consider 'late' when you're raising a child. Issei is singing a lullaby to the boy in his bed, who's complained of not being tired.]
Hushabye, hushabye
My good baby, sleep.
Where did my boy's baby-sitter go?
Beyond that mountain, back to her home.
[Before he gets to the third verse, he sees that their son is fast asleep. He smiles and steps out of the bedroom, coming over to Louis.]
He should be all right now.
Hushabye, hushabye
My good baby, sleep.
Where did my boy's baby-sitter go?
Beyond that mountain, back to her home.
[Before he gets to the third verse, he sees that their son is fast asleep. He smiles and steps out of the bedroom, coming over to Louis.]
He should be all right now.
There's no need to coddle him. He'd have slept on his own.
[There's nothing short of pure amusement in his voice, belying the slightly harsh words.]
[There's nothing short of pure amusement in his voice, belying the slightly harsh words.]
Yes, but would it be as good a night's sleep?
*Retasu hangs up the phone with the teacher, sighs, and shakes her head.* He keeps trying to hold his breath underwater ever since he learned that I could do it. Should I be worried...?
I'm sure they have lifeguards for this reason.
[First day of school was always nerve-wrecking for the kids, but apparently April was just as nervous. Since the moment their daughter disappears behind the school doors, April fidgets nervously with her hands.]
... You think she'll be okay?
... You think she'll be okay?
There are other people in the pool, though, and what if something happens or -- I'm not very good at not worrying, am I?
Of course. She's our daughter, we raised her well, and public school is designed to be safe.
No, not really. It's all right, everything will be fine.
*blush* All right, Issei. I trust your judgment. Still, I don't really know how to deal with this sort of thing.
Ah, y-yeah, you're right... I hope she makes some friends though, since she is pretty quiet... But she should be fine.
Say "we're fairly sure you're human, please don't do this sort of thing"?
I wonder if anybody else ever has to deal with this kind of situation.
O-okay... And if anything does go wrong, the school will phone us. [She sighs quietly and leans against him a bit.]
It just... feels like she grew up so fast. It doesn't seem like it was that long ago when we were teaching her how to walk.
It just... feels like she grew up so fast. It doesn't seem like it was that long ago when we were teaching her how to walk.
I've heard that's a common feeling. We will still have a long time with her, don't worry.
Mmhm... Though I wonder how things are gonna be like when she's a teenager.
Hopefully she won't be too rebellious or anything... And that we won't have to worry too much when she decides to start dating.
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