Chapter 5
When Kieran complained thrice about cleaning my closet, I flicked his forehead.
He clutched his forehead, pouted, and threw the dress onto the couch.
"I'm done folding. I hate chores," he grumbled.
I bit the watermelon and said, "Chores are life. You must take responsibility. Housework improves practical skills."
"Are you going to be a giant man-baby who needs his wife for everything? That's just pathetic," I teased.
Kieran's face turned bright red at "wife."
"What are you talking about? I'm still a kid!" he stammered.
I nudged his calf. "Fold quickly, or I'll tell your dad how you ruined his shirt."
Kieran gave in, took the dress from the couch, and folded it.
[Since when must an alpha male do chores?]
[This is needless self-suffering, LOL!]
That pointless suffering soon backfired on me.
December 29th was Kieran's 11th birthday.
The cook had to take the day off.
The butler told me too late.
I decided to cook for him myself.
I made Kieran's favorite Honey-Glazed Pork Ribs, hoping he'd feel my love.
When I set the sticky mess on the table.
Kieran was stunned, eyes wide, trying to process what he saw.
Xander picked up a piece with chopsticks and ate it as I watched.
He tasted it, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "Nice try, but never cook this again. Gross."
Xander called the private chef to avoid food poisoning on the trip.
After dinner, in candlelight and cake scent, Kieran celebrated his eleventh birthday.
"Happy birthday, big guy," I grinned.
I gave Kieran a Criminal Code copy.
Under my guidance, Kieran stayed on the right path.
From third to sixth grade, he always ranked first in his class.
As he aged, new issues arose.
One day, I tidied his room and found adult magazines and DVDs hidden in his drawer.
Yes, the extremely graphic kind.
My kid was officially hitting puberty.
I guess it was time for the big sex talk.
[In these web novels, Kieran only troubles the Natalie because no one taught him proper behavior.]
[Thinking about what he did to Natalie makes me want to add more "jerk" comments.]
If I ignored this, he'd likely develop a twisted view of sex.
I began considering how to talk to Kieran about sex and what values to teach him.
I spent the afternoon watching sex ed videos online.
Xander was meant to network tonight, but I kept him home for the birds-and-bees talk.
When Xander heard about the porn stash, he snorted. "Seriously? Boys watching that is normal."
Xander's attitude shows a flawed blueprint leads to a flawed copy.
I wanted to slap him.
I smacked Xander across the face.
"This is what happens with an unreliable dad like you."
I nearly blurted out what the chat panel had told me.
I pulled my hand back. "You're staying. This isn't just my responsibility."
When Kieran got home, he saw his drawer open with flashy adult DVDs exposed.
He panicked and slammed the drawer shut.
"Why did you touch my drawer?" he asked, embarrassed.
His blush spread all the way to his ears.