Accidentally become a father-Chapter 67: The Overly Comfortable Kotatsu

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About ten minutes passed.

The program on the TV had changed again.

Now it was an afternoon drama.

I had already put out my cigarette and closed the window.

The air in the living room was warm again.

When I sat back down at the kotatsu, Yuna was still in the same position.

Only now, her eyes were half-closed.

She was still holding her chocolate mug with both hands.

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"...Papa."

"Hm."

"The TV right now... it talks a lot."

"It’s a drama."

"...they’re sad."

She stared at the screen for a few seconds.

Then said quietly,

"...I don’t understand."

"You don’t need to."

She gave a small nod.

Then sipped her chocolate again.

But it was a very small sip this time.

Her mug was almost empty.

A few seconds later, her head tilted slightly.

"...Papa."

"Hm."

"...the kotatsu makes me sleepy."

"That’s normal."

She pulled the blanket up a little higher.

Now only her head was visible.

Her eyes began to blink more slowly.

The TV was still playing quietly.

The sound of the rain outside was barely audible anymore.

The apartment had become very quiet.

A few seconds passed.

Then Yuna spoke again in an even smaller voice.

"...Papa."

"Hm."

"...can we have instant noodles tomorrow?"

"Not every day."

"...once every two days?"

"Sometimes."

She thought about that for a moment.

"...once every three days?"

"That’s still too often."

She let out a small sigh.

"...negotiations failed."

I didn’t answer.

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A few seconds later, her chocolate mug tilted slightly.

I took it from her before it fell.

Yuna didn’t protest.

Her eyes were almost completely closed.

She was still leaning against the kotatsu.

Her half-dry hair was a little messy.

"...Papa."

"Hm."

"...today was fun."

I turned off the television.

The room instantly grew quieter.

"Yes."

Yuna didn’t say anything more.

A few seconds passed.

I looked at her.

Her breathing was slow and steady.

She had fallen asleep.

Still half-buried beneath the kotatsu.

Like a little turtle that had truly found its nest.

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I pulled the kotatsu blanket a bit tighter.

So the heat wouldn’t escape.

Yuna shifted slightly in her sleep.

Then murmured softly.

"...Papa..."

I waited.

"...noodles... are good..."

I turned off the living room light.

Only the kitchen light remained.

And beneath the kotatsu, Yuna continued to sleep very comfortably.

As if the world today, was already warm enough for her.

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