Extra I. Get Your Hand Off of Me

"Thank you, Sir," Max said before letting the officer go with the files. After one heavy sigh, he looked down at the languid-looking baby in his arms.

“Did you hear that Cayden? In a little while, we will meet Mom," the man whispered while stroking his son's head. “Now, how about you eat the porridge? You must be very hungry."

Instead of being excited, the Little Prince furrowed his brows. "Nanana," he shook his head weakly. "Mama ...."

Understanding his son's intention, Max immediately gulped. The ball of thorns seemed to just get stuck in his throat.

“Hey, do you notice that your chubby cheeks are starting to shrink? You don't want Mom sad to see you getting thinner in just a day, do you?”

Not getting a response, the man finally moved to a long bench in the corner of the room. A moment later, he took out a tiny apron from the backpack and put it around Cayden's neck. After turning the baby's position, Max opened the lunch box containing porridge.