Amelie hugged Oscar closer, adjusting his position on her lap. "This is not the time to be naughty! Mr. Ingvarsson was so nice to invite us to his wedding, we need to be respectful and well-behaved!"
Little Oscar offered his mother a pitiful pouting expression but Amelie dismissed it with a shake of her head. Unlike his father, she was able to resist his little tricks.
"Sorry, I got lost on my way back from the bathroom. This hotel is not big but it sure is built like a labyrinth!"
Liam took a seat next to his wife, carefully grabbing his son under his arms before positioning him on his lap. "Being naughty again?"
He fixed the little black bowtie clipped to Oscar's collar and winked at the boy––something his son really enjoyed for some reason and desperately tried to repeat, failing miserably every time.