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“Papa, ompen! Ompen!”
Levi tried to keep a straight face as his two-year-old daughter practically shoved a sealed cup of yogurt on his face. He doesn’t know how she got inside his home office. Let alone, how she got herself a cup of yogurt from the kitchen.
On the other side of the screen, however, Braus and Springer are dying of laughter. Yeager and Kirstein are trying to stop the two which, as always, resulted in an online fight in the chat box (and Ackerman would always try her best to stop them). Arlert and Reiss looked like they are about to piss their pants off. Braun and Hoover disconnected. And Leonhardt is late as always.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, his daughter still hitting his face with the yogurt. Nothing good ever happens in an online chemistry class.
“Oi,” the chaos stopped, Braus and Springer’s giggles are mildly audible now, “Want me to give you a whole semester worth of assignments?”
There are groans and then, a silence. But his daughter decided that biting the cover of the yogurt with her baby teeth is the best course of action at the moment. The yogurt exploded on his face, and it spilled on his shirt.
There was a fit of laughter again on the other side of the screen, louder this time. His daughter smudge more of the yogurt on his face, giggling and clapping her little baby hands while doing so. How could he be angry when his little bundle of joy is smiling like that?
The door to his home office opened, and his wife entered. The laughter died on the other side of the screen. Levi was thankful Petra took the time to wear a robe because he remembered the satin dress she wore last night. That’s not something teenagers should see. Petra’s face is mushy and bare, but she still looked beautiful. He doesn’t have the time to admire his wife though, he has a class to teach.
When Petra saw him and their daughter, who is now smudging yogurt on his keyboard, she giggled.
“Oh, there you are.” She took the baby from his lap and pinched her cheeks. “Look at you. My little baby.” She kissed the child’s forehead.
Thank fuck. Levi appreciated that Petra is handling the kid now.
“Papa! Papa!” The child clapped her hands again. There was yogurt on Petra’s robe now. She doesn’t seem to mind.
“And look at you,” this time Petra’s attention was on him. Or rather to his shirt with yogurt. She smiled at him meaningfully.
Her one hand was cradling their daughter, while the other, she smudges the yogurt more on his chest and she gave him the look. He doesn’t like where this is going.
“Want to continue last ni--"
“Petra.”
“What?”
His head throbbed, something below throbbed, and he gripped her hands.
There was a sound of someone clearing his throat. It was Yeager. Petra turned her face to his computer and Levi saw as the realization hits her. Her cheeks blushed and her mouth opened.
“Oh. Oh.”
Yes. Oh. Now his students saw him getting beaten by his daughter, a yogurt being smudged on his face, and his wife suggesting sex in the morning.
Maybe he should just let his students answer a semester worth of assignments rather than having an online meeting next time. Yeah. He’d do that.