"DAD???!"
"Aldred, is he really your dad?" Mary asked.
Aldred nodded. "He is. I can't be wrong."
He ran up to him. His father was handsome as always. So beautiful yet manly with an athletic built. He had short black hair, and that deep black eyes fondly looked at Aldred.
"What's sup, son."
"Dad, don't say those words. You sounded lame."
Hujarar laughed. "Alright, I won't. So how have you been doing?"
"I am doing fine. It's been fun. A lot of fun!"
"Good. So are these your wives?"
"Yep."
Hujarar laughed. "Good. You truly are my son!" He looked at the ladies. "I am sure my son have treated you all well?"
Aldred's wives all nodded.
"He's a bit naughty, but he treat us very well, sir," Mareona said.
"No need to call me, sir. Hujarar is fine, but you can also call me dad."
"Dad…" Mareona blushed at the thought of calling Aldred's father a dad. Was that meant his father accepted her status as Aldred's wife?
"So where is mom and sister? Are they not coming with you?"