Descending the stairs, he reached the car and secured Matthew into his child's seat. Meanwhile, Matthew's eyes roamed around, captivated by the car's pink interior, his fingers exploring with curiosity.

As Marcus fastened his seatbelt, Matthew's innocent inquiry pierced the silence.

“Daddy doesn't like Mommy now?"

Marcus, with a tender smile, dismissed the notion. “Don't be silly, you little rascal.”

Matthew, engrossed in his thoughts, continued, “It seems like it!